It was still light out, though the sun was almost setting. Tom had just gotten off work, and walked into the bedroom. Unholstering his pistol and setting it on the dresser, he got out of his uniform and threw on a suit. Before putting on his suit jacket, he put on a holster that was meant to be worn around one's chest, and tucked his handgun neatly inside. "Can never be too prepared," he said.

Upon throwing the suit on, he tucked his badge into his inner suit pocket and walked into the living room. His son Ben was sitting there, playing on his phone. "Ben," Tom said.
"Yeah dad?" Ben replied, not looking away from the phone.
"I'm going out tonight, Marsha'll be coming to babysit you at seven."
"Alright, later dad."
"See ya, son."
With that, Tom walked out the door whistling a little tune. He got into his car, turned on the radio, and drove. The radio played a generic mix of seventies rock, Tom's primary taste in music, and on came [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DohRa9lsx0Q]a song[/url] that Tom loved ever since he saw [url=https://www.google.com/search?q=reservoir+dogs&rlz=1C1CHWA_enUS606US606&oq=reservoir+dogs&aqs=chrome..69i57j69i60j0j69i59j0l2.2785j0j7&sourceid=chrome&es_sm=122&ie=UTF-8]the movie[/url] it served as soundtrack to. Tom truly felt badass as he drove down the street, singing along.

He arrived soon after. "Place got a new paint job." Chuckles Tom as he heads to the entrance. He decided that he was going to wait to head inside, and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Once he was done smoking, he stayed outside to wait for his old friends, see what they looked like and ask what they've been up to. Perhaps they already arrived? Hell if he knew. A sigh escaped Tom's mouth, and he stuck his hands in his pockets. This was gonna be a looooong night.