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

[center][b]Location: Footsteps Sports Bar, Wednesday Late Morning-Noon[/b][/center]

On this beautiful Wednesday afternoon Tommy found himself cooped up in his office above Footsteps working on getting through a multitude of paperwork that had built up in his absence. It was his fault really. First he had taken four days off for the race weekend which after winning turned into another week off from Footsteps to give himself time for the numerous interviews and press spots that he knew Joel would pass up on. Once the interviews and press started winding down and life started to settle back into a somewhat more normal rhythm Tommy had been struck by the urge to take his house out to sea, or ocean rather, and spend the better part of another week deep-sea fishing. So it was that this Wednesday was his first real day back at Footsteps since the Grand Prix and that meant that alongside reviewing payroll, and ensuring that everyone received proper overtime for the last couple weeks, he had numerous notices from different vendors and needed to place orders for the upcoming weeks, especially with Super Bowl Sunday right around the corner. The tedium of paperwork was his least favorite part of running the bar and so his mind kept drifting back to the week of fishing and even further back to the Grand Prix. Looking back down at one of the vendor order forms he smiled to himself. The order form was for seafood which it turned out was actually pretty low on the list of stock that Footsteps was in need of right now, having just filled the freezer himself with a mix of herring and cod that were native to the waters off the coast of Sol City. 

[center][b]Location: Footsteps Sports Bar, Wednesday Afternoon[/b][/center]

A couple hours of work had put a sizable dent in the mountain of paper that sat in front of Tommy. Sighing to himself he stood up and stretched, deciding he was done with the paperwork for now he slid his suit jacket that had been resting on the back of his chair back on and proceeded out of the office and down the steps to the main room of the bar. The bar wasn't that busy, as was normal on Wednesday in the winter, and so it wasn't hard for Tommy to pick out a familiar face, Marlin's, from among the patrons. Seeing that she was currently occupied with some of the other customers Tommy waved and found himself a seat at the bar.  Having skipped lunch he found himself particularly famished and thought that an early dinner may well be in his future.

[@PrinceAlexus]