The new character is from a film, I'll tell readers more about them when the characters start refering to him by name. In this story Tommy is still living with Sam, just to make it more interesting.
They knew he was an outsider, with a smart mouth and a dangerous glare to match. He kept to himself as he sipped a beer at Merlotte's by himself, his anger creating a barrier around him like an electric fence. The customers noticed and whispered amongst themselves but avoided him. Their actions left him out in the cold but comforted him at the same time. Being judged was nothing new, his parents did it all the time so he expected no different from everyone else. His back was practically turned to everyone in the bar, he couldn't afford to get pissed off. Not tonight. The only thing that drew attention to him was the the streak of blond that drizzled across his hair like mustard, clashing against his dark roots. He just had to make enough money to get out of this shit-hole, then the world was his oyster. Until some asshole burned his chances to smithereens and stamped on them. He felt the splurge of liquid on his hair and raised his head and turned around. A middle aged yahoo redneck with a Burt Reynolds mustache a potbelly and a scotch in his hand wobbled it around and smirked. "Sorry there son, thought ya hair was fucked up" He joked with a nod toward two people who looked like Grandma moses and Rip Van Winkle. He promised himself he wouldn't get nasty but threw a comment back. "I'll fuck you up, if ya don't keep to yourself"
"Yeah right" The guy said. He turned around and went back to sipping his drink, but felt another drop on his head and got up to see the same guy with a wide grin and he couldn't let some fifty year old shit-bag treat him like crap. He got up and pushed him, the sudden act, leaving the man startled. He stumbled and ended up on his ass, which had a strange effect as the "victim" smiled as they both heard calls from over the bar counter. "Ya gonna have to leave" a slim guy in a blue checked shirt shouted. "He started it, I finished it" The younger guy told him.
"What the fuck is this? High school" "Slim-jim" asked.
"You heard him, get the fuck outta here you crazy-ass creep" The older man said.
"You get back up, I swear I'll kick you back down" He warned him. "Like hell ya will" A short, energetic looking woman said. He looked around, she just popped out of no-where. Tara, I can handle this" Blue shirt told her, but the girl, "Tara" looked over at him and squinted. "Sam, I've handled worse, now keep passing out drinks" She turned back to both of the guys like a pissed kindergarden teacher. "One of you fuckers are leaving" She told him. The older man heaved himself up with a fake groan. "Mam, he did push me"
"Yeah cause you couldn't keep ya drink in ya fat gob" The younger man said. He began to walk over to him for round two, but this girl raised her palms against his clothed chest and gently pushed him back. He was startled, but couldn't help but be charmed by this girl who looked so delicate, but wouldn't think twice about taking him on. It was odd but soothing, like getting a birthday card from a friend you only spoke to twice a year. He took two small steps back even though part of him just wanted to cradle this stranger in his arms and ask her out, not here though, this bar was terribly cheap and was full of shit-headed drunks, but he'd think of somewhere, he always did. Tara looked at him with uncertainty, the same way a lot of folks round here looked at her, even when she wasn't doing anything. She recognised this guy's outburst of anger within herself and although part of her wanted to be tired of it, she was also excited too. He was angry guy, but he looked totally human and hopefully he was sane.
"Ya've had ya fifteen minutes of fame, now are ya leaving or do I have to throw you out?" Tara asked.
"Alright love, I'm going" She could tell he wasn't from around here and in her mind that was a plus. Sam noticed the tension that hung in the air like an overdue shit from the bathroom. With all the shit that Tara had had to wade through recently she didn't need some fight-club wannabe stampeding all over her life. He made a mental note to himself that if that punk ever came in again, he'd bar him. At the end of their shift, Tara twirled around on a stool while Sam poured her out soda in glass, hoping she'd appreciate it. "No shots huh?" She asked.
"I need you sober now" Sam said with a clever smile. "I saw, ya know, the way that guy looked at you"
"So a guy looked at me Sam, call Andy, turn yaself into a sniffer dog and bite his balls off" Tara smirked.
"Tara, I ain't playing, "blondie" seemed like a total asshole, pushing around a guy old enough to be his pop, that's fucked" Sam told her.
"You were too busy hiding behind the counter to know shit Sam" Tara explained. The old-timer weren't that fucking innocent. No-one just snaps for no fucking reason"
"Franklin did" Sam warned. "Since him, you should know better" Tara sipped her coke gently put it down and got off the stool. Sam looked at her apologetically. "Tara, you know what I mean" Sam said, surrounding his words with a groan. "Fuck you Sam" Tara told him bluntly. "Tara, I..."
No, that one's in the past Sam, and you have no fucking right bringing that up, and for your information, that guy who pushed that fat ass grandpa was provoked. It was just a push Sam, it's not like he hit him with a bottle, and kicked the shit outta him"
"Tara, leave it OK? You weren't there" Said Sam, baffled by the obvious dig at his incident with Calvin. "Yeah well now ya know how it feels" Said Tara as she practically ran off to get her jacket before Sam could seek out her tears. The young man that Tara kicked out ended up by the doors of a cheap motel, with no date to pass the time. Annoyed at being made to look like the bad guy, he fumbled for a cigarette in the pack he kept in his pocket. He didn't smoke, he just did it so that he'd blend in, and going by what he was actually here for, he may have to act like he got dropped on the head as a tot for a while. The wind made his fingers tremble as he twirled the ciggarette in his fingers, until a voice made him jump.
"No smoking near the door Sir" A woman with a smart uniform and short blonde hair said.
"Says who?" He replied. "It states it on the sign over there, can you read?" She asked with a smirk and he flicked the cigarette at her. Before he could ever heard a cyllable of her complaint, he gripped his hand on the wooden panel and jumped over it onto the dusty ground. He winced as the small sharp stones attacked his knee, so he quickly rolled up his trouser leg to take a look.
"Man, I know what that wooden panel's like...wooden, but you mess with it, It'll kick your ass. Even if you like stand on it, it won't even shake, maybe it's made of a metal made wood" The Merlotte's brawler looked up to see a young guy with sandy coloured hair and huge brown child-like eyes looking at him in smiling, silent confusion.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked hoarsely beginning to stand. The talker took a step back in surprise.
"Who the fuck am I? Ya fucking friendly neighbour...well, not really, I'm over the street, past the store, round the corner where the guy that threw..."
"Alright, I get it!" The stranger told him.
"Nice hair" The guy said, the moon highlighting the guy's blond highlight.
"Fuck you"
"Heard it got a little messed up, when ya got your ass kicked at Merlotte's" The man told him.
"Firstly, I kicked arse, that's one of my talent's. Secondly, you look a little too weird to be a pathetic villiage gossip, but since ya can't keep your mouth zipped for two seconds it's not that hard to believe"
"I ain't a gossip I prefer the term "Law endorser" He said with a grin. The panel jumper looked at him, wondering how this guy ever finished high-school, or maybe the teachers just pissed themselves with pity and gave him a break.
"Law endorser. Original. Haven't heard that before" The cigarette scoundrel teased, but the guy didn't get it. No surprise there.
"Really? Ya must have heard of me though, the best cop trainee in town. Name's Jason stackhouse"
