Tommy is sitting at his favorite table in the back corner of Nonnan's bar. He has his guns and a pitcher of beer laid out in front of him. A chirping noise startles him from his reverie-- he glances around sharply before realising its his new phone. Tommy pulls the phone out of his coat, unfolds it carefully, and answers: "Hello?" "Hello, Tommy...it's Lori. I...you left a message? But...*sigh* This is difficult. Can you meet me in New York?" Tommy says "Who.. Lori? Wha... New York?" "Lori /Caard/," says the voice on the phone, impatiently. Another sigh. "Fine, just /forget/ the message you left me. Forget it. But I need to see you on...business matters." Tommy says "But... wh... Lori! Jesus, what's goin' on?" A short laugh. "The usual, Tommy. The usual stupid stuff that I always get myself into. But this is so much worse. He...Tommy, I need you to do a job for me. I'll pay your regular rate. But some meet me. /Please/." Tommy opens his mouth,.. then shuts it. Then opens it again. "Uh, okay, Lori," he says, a bit reluctantly. "Where you want me to meet you?" "My place." Tommy nods solemnly. "Yeah, okay," he says, knowing he's going to regret it. "See you." (OOC) Tommy says, "3. INT. LORI'S HOUSE- DAY. 3." Lori opens the door of her apartment, smiling slightly. "Glad you could make it...come in." She steps back - my god, she hasn't changed. Not one iota. And she's still addicted to short skirts and scoop-necked blouses. "Want something to drink?" Tommy smiles crookedly and moves inside. "You know it," he says. Moving with the grace of a cat, Lori makes her way over to her kitchenette and opens the cabinet. "Make yourself at home," she calls. "And what did you want? All I have right now are Glenfiddich, brandy, and beer. There's Guiness if you want it." Tommy plops down on the couch, looking around the place. "Beer, please. You have any Sierra Nevada?" Lori leans forward on the counter opposite Tommy, crossing her arms in front of her. She shakes her head. "Sam Adams?" Tommy shrugs. "Okay. Thanks." Lori nods and opens the fridge, taking out two. She walks over and hands Tommy his, then sits across from him. "Do you want a full explanation, or just a name, address, and fee?" Tommy takes the beer and cracks it open. "How about, somewhere in between? I wanna know what this guy done, but I don't wanna know his mother's maiden name..." Tommy says "We'll talk about fees later." Lori smiles lopsidedly. "All right. In essence, he stole approximately 100 grand from me. We were in together on a business venture, and he never intended to give me my share. I won't be able to /get/ it unless he's dead." Tommy leans back against the couch, totally at ease. "What kind of 'venture'?