2008 AU

[notallworthy]

Tom Jones, college dropout (he swears he was kicked), serial dater (he has weak self-control), would be rockstar (if he could sing), and general pretty boy, is sitting on the couch being bored. Actually, flopped might be a better word. Flopped with his jean clad legs draped over one of the couch's arms, converse laces trailing on the floor. His

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[youngandhealthy]

And here's a Molly, dressed both fashionably and revealingly, with rather nicer jewelry than when Tom knew her first, back in high school. Her boyfriends have gotten steadily richer since then. But she still seems pleased enough to see him.

"Mr. Jones, you are a sight for sore eyes." She comes over and deposits herself in his lap. "What are you doing these days?"

[notallworthy]

He lets out an oof and puts on a tragic face. "Just hanging around, you know, being your personal sofa."

[youngandhealthy]

"Well, that's a considerate place to be." She kisses his cheek, as if it hasn't been years since they were together. "It's a lucky day for both of us."

[notallworthy]

"Is it?" He smiles expectantly.

[youngandhealthy]

She kisses his mouth the same way. "Isn't it?"

[notallworthy]

He smiles and shrugs. "I guess so."

[youngandhealthy]

"Mm." She tilts her head. "New girlfriend, or something on your mind?"

[notallworthy]

"I'm out. Of everything. Allworthy had enough of me."

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh, Tom." She looks genuinely sympathetic now, though we should note she's still on his lap. "Poor thing. But he'll take you back, when he sees you're sorry, won't he? He's not so hard-hearted as that."

[notallworthy]

He runs a hand back through his hair. "I don't think so. He was pretty pissed."

[youngandhealthy]

"What got his balls in a twist this time, then?"

[notallworthy]

"Err... Well, you remember how there was the big thing with you earlier? Now I sort of... kinda... attacked Blifil. And Thwackum."

[youngandhealthy]

"Thwackum? The professor?"

[notallworthy]

"Yeah. The fat one."

[youngandhealthy]

"Oy, Tom," she groans. "Blifil had it coming, but what possessed you to attack a professor?"

[notallworthy]

"Well, I was drunk."