A Friendly Drink Or Three - Toro and Jim

[coinoperatedtorch]

This was the sort of evening Jim Hammond had never again expected to have.

Nights out for him were fairly rare these days - he preferred the comfort and calm of home more often than not - but the promise of sitting down to a drink with his son was more than enough to bring him out of doors.

That was the remarkable part, the part he had presumed lost to him except in memory; Toro's presence across the table, his warm smile as he slid into the opposite seat.

"There you are."

Jim's responding smile was just as warm.

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[rekindledflame]

Tom had experienced more than his fair share of shocks in the past few days. It wasn’t everyday you found out you’d been officially ‘dead’ for over a decade. Or that your wife had moved on without you and remarried. That particular tidbit had threatened to break Toro’s heart in two. So when Jim had suggested they go get a couple of drinks, the young man had been more than eager to go.

It was hard, trying to keep up a smiling demeanor when you were quietly mourning on the inside. But he desperately wanted a sense of normalcy right now and what was more normal than spending time with Jim?

He smiled at his adopted father from across the table and even managed a passable facsimile of the normally warm smile.

“Hi, Pappy, hope you don’t mind I started without you?” Toro asked, indicating his half-empty glass. He’d gotten to the bar early and had already ordered himself a drink before Jim arrived.