[center][h2][color=darkviolet]Tommy Lomax[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][b]Location: Old Harbour, Morning[/b][/center]

Tommy awoke to the gentle rock of the waves, having long ago dispensed with the need for alarms, the waves tended to be how Tommy woke up most mornings. Blinking the sleep from his eyes he could see the early dawn sunlight beaming through the port side windows. Getting out of bed Tommy began moving through his morning routine.  Checking his phone, turning on his Keurig Mini, grabbing himself a towl, and hopping in the shower. After a quick shower Tommy dressed himself in his usual attire, a pair of dark slacks coupled with a white button-up, a black suit jacket and a pair of black oxfords. Afterwards it was just a matter of grabbing his coffee, keys, and cane, something Tommy didn’t leave home without anymore, before he disembarked from his home and made his way to the parking lot just east of the pier. Sliding behind the wheel of his Continental he turned the engine and the car purred to life. Pulling the car out of the parking lot Tommy set course for The Coffee Pot, where he would continue his morning routine with a hot breakfast and an additional two or more cups of coffee.

 [center][b]Location: The Coffee Pot, Morning[/b][/center]

A short drive later and Tommy could be found in his usual spot at The Coffee Pot.  This too was part of his morning routine, he had become something of a regular at The Coffee Pot. Sitting at his usual seat, in the back, it wasn’t hard to observe the other patrons on this Sunday morning. Watching other patrons come and go had become something of a habit for the retired athlete, and today was not different. This morning the café was frequented by a couple other regulars that Tommy recognized by face if not name as well as some faces that he did not recognize, including that of an overly exhausted student. Had it not been a Sunday, an early day for Footsteps, he might have been tempted to strike up a conversation with just about any of the patrons. However as it was nine weeks into the NFL season and an away game for the Icarus Angels, Footsteps beckoned and Tommy had to answer.

 [center][b]Location: Footsteps Sports Bar, Morning[/b][/center]

Pulling into the employee lot behind Footsteps, Tommy’s watch read 9:38 A.M., just early enough to make sure the bar was open on time. Tommy wasn’t really needed to oversee Footsteps, he had hired more than competent cooks and wait staff, but the intent behind opening the bar had been to disrupt the monotony of retired life and letting others run it just didn’t contribute to that plan. So Tommy had made it his own personal duty to be there when Footsteps opened and when Footsteps closed as often as possible but with today being an away game for the hometown meant a higher flow of business and so Tommmy decided that he'd be spending most of this Sunday at the bar. 

Using the back entrance led Tommy directly into the kitchen where Ted, one of the two cooks at Footsteps, was already hard at work prepping for the day. Tommy gave the cook a curt nod and smile as way of greeting, which was returned almost instantly. Ted wasn’t much of morning person so the Saturday and Sunday shifts typically meant that conversation was a no go until later in the day. From the kitchen Tommy moved out into the dining area where three other members of the staff were getting things set for the day. Exchanging brief pleasantries with each Tommy also set to work checking the register and making sure everything was stocked before at three minutes ‘till 10 unlocking the front door and turning the outside lights on.