There was a knock at the door. Kat looked slightly startled at first, if it had surprised Tommy it certainly didn't show. He calmly walked over to the apartment door and opened it slowly. He let out an irritated groan and Kat soon knew why.
Standing in the doorway was Kent Paul, with a bottle of whisky in one hand and a handful of letters in the other hand. Nervously pacing behind him was Rosenberg. He appeared as white and tense as usual. The pair pushed their way into the room.
"Thank god your here Tommy. We've been plagued with hate mail. My god, I mean I love fish, in a bowl, on a plate but I don't want to sleep with them Tommy" Rosenberg said panicking and pacing madly around the room. Not even pausing to breath properly.
"Shut up" Tommy said sounding agitated and angry that his peace was disturbed by a drunken Brit and a hyper ventilating lawyer. "Let me see the mail" he continued coolly. Paul handed him the mail then staggered over to the sofa and collapsed in front of the TV, promptly turning it on and channel surfing. Kat rolled her eyes at the scene and took one of the letters off of Tommy. She read it quickly, instantly recognising the style of Sonny Forelli. She let it flutter onto the counter silently.
"Looks like you're on the wanted list too" Tommy said coolly. He read part of the letter again this time out loud. "Your a dead man Vercetti, so is your pathetic lawyer, the drunk British guy and that useless excuse for an assassin" He passed the letter to Kat. She smirked, "And your little dog too" she muttered as she screwed the letter up and threw it into the bin. Kat limped over to the sofa slowly and sat down next to Paul. A cheesy game show was just coming to a finale. Paul pretended to yawn and stretched his arms out, slowly bringing them down on her shoulders. Kat smirked, "Remember that threat, it still stands" she said slyly. Kent Paul quickly removed his arm and shifted uneasily. The TV show was interrupted by a commercial about some sort of cleaning product.
Tommy and Rosenberg were talking quietly. Kat watched them for a few seconds, trying to read their faces. She sighed and turned her attention back to the television. She rolled her eyes, she felt bored and couldn't seem to focus, no doubt the side effects of the pain killers had started to take effect. Kat curled her legs up on the sofa. "That's it, I've got a great idea" Rosenberg cried out in an excited tone. Paul shook his head and returned his eyes to the TV. Kat didn't even bother to take her eyes of the TV, which was now showing a poor quality war movie. "Well the apartment across the hall is up for sale. I could move it there" Rosenberg cried a little too excited. Tommy let about an almost silent groan of disbelief. Tommy was unusually silent for a moment, before he even had the chance to reply Rosenberg had dashed off, saying something about seeing the manager. Tommy looked over at Kat and Paul appearing a little stunned. Paul chuckled, even Kat giggled quietly. Tommy shook his head and walked over to the TV as well. He pushed in between Kat and Paul and watched the television. "I suppose he does have a point" Kat said being slightly skeptical. Tommy glared at her but said nothing. The trio turned their attention to the late morning TV shows.
Rosenberg returned almost ten minutes later with a proud look upon his usually cowardly face. He watched the trio, "Hey guys, I got it. I got the apartment" he cried excitedly. Kat rolled her eyes and elegantly stood up, "Congratulations" she said neither being sarcastic or pleased with Rosenberg. She limped past him and focused her attention on searching the fridge. However Rosenberg didn't seem too bothered by the emotionless response. "The place even has two bedrooms" he said trying to make conversation. Kent Paul finally looked over at Rosenberg. "Great. We can share a bed" he said winking at Kat, who merely scowled back. Tommy smirked and shook his head at the feuding pair. He sighed, "So when are you moving in?".
Rosenberg had finished moving in the very same day. It was now ten thirty, the sun had set hours ago and had been replaced by the cleansing darkness of the night. Tommy and Paul had helped with the move, while Kat reluctantly rested. Paul had decided to take the spare bedroom when he realized that he could get away without paying rent, after all Rosenberg was hardly the type to hassle anybody.
Kat sat curled up on the sofa, wrapped in the yellow blanket watching an old horror movie. The blanket like many things was laden with the potent smell of aftershave. However Kat hardly seemed to notice anymore. She pulled the blanket up around her neck to keep a little warmer.
The door swung open silently, Tommy stepped in. He seemed exhausted and very fed up. He glanced at Kat quickly before he turned towards the fridge and pulled out a well-earned bottle of beer. He collapsed in the sofa next to Kat. The bottle opened with a slight hiss, Tommy had almost drunk half the bottle before he pulled it away from his mouth. He watched the movie, which he quickly recognized as Hitcocks's classic chilling physiological thriller, Psycho.
"Those two..." he muttered sound exasperated. Kat smiled softly, "Nothing you can do about it now" she said just before she yawned. The painkillers had been making her unbelievably drowsy and although she despised the feeling she needed the pills to rid herself of the excruciating pain she constantly felt. They both watched the movie for another half hour, Tommy quickly finishing his beer.
As the closing image of Norman Bates staring into the camera, Tommy glanced at Kat. She had fallen asleep curled up in a tight bundle. Tommy stretched and let out a quiet yawn. He stood up carefully, trying not to wake her. He switched off the television then the light. Tommy watched her hunched up silhouette twitch and breath rhythmically before he finally broke his stare and crept over to his bedroom.