The Traitor and The Communist

My Sweet Drunkard

Song- The Box By: Radio Fantasy

Tord's sneaker clicked as it bounced off the hardwood floors of Tom's apartment. He was watching the telly and tapping the remote control off the side of his leg, he kept checking the time on his phone every few lines from the show.

The phone made a soft flumping sound as it was half hazardously tossed on the cushion beside Tord. He tapped the screen of the phone, causing it to light up, the time was the same as it was when he last looked.

Springs in the couch squeaked as Tord lifted himself off the couch, he grabbed the phone and shoved it in his sweater pocket. Muttering to himself Tord walked into the kitchen, stopping as soon as he entered the room. He stared quizzically at the remote still in his hand before twisting at an awkward angle to turn the telly off from the kitchen. The remote clanked as it hit the wood covered table top of Tom's kitchen table, Tord pulled out a chair carefully as to not scratch the floor.

He plopped himself down in the wooden chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time again. It was crawling by at a snails pace.

As bratty as it sounded Tord was starting to get a bit bored from being left alone in Tom's apartment. Tord let his chin hit the wooden top of the table and checked his phone again. Edd had a conference meeting to attend, Matt had missed his morning jog, again, and was doing it now, and Tom was either still at work or off hitting the town somewhere. Tord lightly hit his head off the table. He still didn't have anyone's number so not like he could check in, except for Adam's, Tord shook his head and stared at Adam's phone number. Somehow Tord worked up the gull to put Adam's number in his phone, Tord hovered his finger over the message button.

The phone made a loud clank at it hit the surface of the table and slid, Tord held his hand close to his chest as if he had been burned.
"God, it's only been half a day and I'm already going stir crazy." He muttered, staring holes into the table. The sound of wood against tile scrapped as Tord pushed himself away from the phone and consequently the table. Even if he was friends with Adam talking with him could put him under risk with the council, and wasn't an all round great idea for keeping his ties to the army cut.

A newspaper was on the floor next to the table, Tord must've pushed it off when he threw his phone. He picked it up and flipped through it, it was mostly help wanted ads. Maybe I should get a part time job or something, at least for the sake of something to do.

Tord dropped the paper onto the table and picked up his phone, carefully putting it away as if it were an explosive. He sighed, maybe he should go for a walk, it would be better then standing in Tom's kitchen like a lost kid in a grocers. Tord flipped to an empty page at the back of the recipe book Tom had left on the counter from a few days back, when he had made some food for their picnic.

He grabbed a pen from off the table near the newspaper and rote a note, 'Felt like going for a walk, be back soon if you need me call xxx-xxx-xxxx, - Tord.' he recapped the pen and walked out to the living room, he put the note next to the bowl where Tom puts his keys and wallet, the bowl was currently empty though.

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The air was starting to chill as it was beginning to dry. Tord looked up at the partly overcast sky and made a noise akin to a grunt. He looked both ways and quickly crossed the street which had hardly another person on it in his line of sight, it was mostly lined with parked cars, most people were cozied up in the surrounding buildings Tord assumed. Tord turned right and walked in front of The Oceans Peril, he slowed a bit and looked inside, there was a few people having meals at booths and the others were parked at the bar.

Tord did a double take as he saw Tom sitting bar side, he was teetering on his stool a bit and had three or four empty glasses in front of him. He had his head in his hand and a drink in the other, and was talking to the bartender who was wincing every few words Tom spoke and shaking her head every other. Tom threw his arms up in a flourish and spun on the stool almost falling.