Hide Your Heart

We Won't Fight But That's Not Cool

Once they were checked in, Tommy shut the door and went off to the bathroom. By the way he slammed the door, Paul knew he had screwed up. He sat on the bed and waited for Tommy to reappear. "Baby, let's not fight. Okay?" 

"We aren't, but don't do it again!" snapped Tommy. "Take your nap. I'll be back!"

When the door closed behind Tommy, Paul laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. "Damn."

Downstairs in the lobby, Tommy was asking about places to visit that were close to the hotel. He looked up and saw the transport girl from earlier. "I am also a tour guide." she said, her Irish brogue intriguing. She offered to show Tommy around for a few hours. "We can take a walking tour if you would like."

A few hours later, she dropped him off in the lobby and asked the clerk for his room number. "He partook too much of our liquid hospitality." "I do believe he will need assistance back to his room."

Paul happened to be coming down the hall and saw Tommy stumbling around. "Come on, damn it." Thanking Siobhan and taking Tommy's arm, he carried/drug the guitarist back to their room.

"Did you just visit pubs, baby boy?" "Wow."

Tommy started giggling as he passed out on to the couch. Paul covered him up, left the door cracked and headed for the ice machine.

Walking back into the room, he heard Tommy gagging and headed over. "Ooh, that Irish Bailey's Cream gonna burn coming up." He filled up a washcloth with ice and laid it on Tommy's forehead. "Just sleep it off."

A few hours later, Paul looked up from his drawing to find Tommy trying to undress himself as he tried unlocking the door at the same time. "Um, Tom, what the hell are you doing?"

"Gonna go play golf." came the mumbled response. "It's hot out there."

"You can't play golf in your boxers. It's illegal and you can't go out in public in them either."

"But it's hot!"

"That's because you're drunk off your ass and sweating." "Now, please stop stripping."

"I wanna go!" 

"Put your damned clothes back on!"

"NO!"

Tommy suddenly just stopped and laid back down, closing his eyes and falling asleep again.

Paul called Gene long distance and talked to him. "He's wasted, trying to go outside in his boxers and we started off with a fight."

Gene burst out laughing. "Baby boy tried to go outside in just his boxers?! He'll be so mortified later. "

Paul growled at Gene and hung up. "Well, this vacation sucks so far."

Paul finally locked the door as he left, hoping Tommy would just stay asleep until he got back with dinner.