Tyson Reese
Things haven't been going so well since Aynslee left. Tyson sits in the living room, in the dark with the television going, and a wine glass full of a dark liquid in his left hand. He hasn't bathed in a few days nor has he shaved or gone to work. He's just been sitting on the same couch, drinking beer and wine, sulking, and eating pizza. Almost developing a beer belly. Jere would even come in and clean up after Tyson, which is completely new to Jere because Tyson always cleans up after himself. Bags formed under Tyson's eyes when Jere came in the dark and now musky smelling room, "Tyson, man. You have got to get out of this slump." Jere demands as he once again picks up the litter of beer cans and pizza boxes. Tyson turns to Jere, "Dude, she left me when all I was trying to do was protect her."
Jere stands up straight, holding the trash bag, "By keeping her in the house? By suffocating her? Being overly protective? For a young lady like Aynslee that's not what she wanted or wants. Hit or not. You have known Aynslee for a longer time than I have but based on what I have seen. She seems like the type of young lady that doesn't want or like to be told what to do or how to do it, either." He goes back to cleaning up the living room and mumbling about how he couldn't believe how Tyson is acting. Tyson sighs, not knowing what to do, so he does the only thing he knows. When Jere finally cleans up the last bit of the living room and advised Tyson to get up and take a shower. Tyson picks up the phone and dials a number. On the third ring, a person picks up. "Hey . . . yeah, I know . . . yeah . . . ok. . . I would . . . No, it's not." He laughs, "I want you to meet me somewhere so we can talk."
The voice on the other end if rambling, Tyson listens then interrupts, "Okay, I got it. Just meet me at the Nightshadow in . . ." He turns his wrist over to look at his watch, "about 20 minutes, okay?" He smiles, "Great. Bye." hangs up the phone. He smirks and goes to get ready.
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