for Thomas

It was a Saturday night and Robin was home alone, which was really a sad state of affairs. He'd had a business meeting that really was just a business meeting, and now he was home and trying to decide what to do with the rest of his night. He'd started drinking, and probably a bit too much, which meant that whatever he did do he'd have to take a cab.

He was contemplating, of all things, just opening up a bottle of wine and ordering Chinese, when he picked up his phone and saw a missed call from Thomas.

He tapped his fingers idly on the counter for a moment in contemplation, then hit redial.