Instead of arguing back, he slapped the side of his fist against his open palm in the unspoken 'rock-paper-scissors-for-it 'gesture. Dri's laugh was tired but all the nerves from earlier were at least gone. Without further discussion they both held their fists up and after a 3 count threw out their best effort; he had rock, she had scissors and Tom used the chance to cheat.
"I win, I pick who sleeps where; you get the bed." they hadn't actually laid any rules out fast after all.
"Clever goon," Dri shook her head at his tactic and Tom just smiled.
"Just let me get to spare comforter and its all yours." he gestured for her to head in and followed a moment later.
"My mother says not to argue with a fool, they'll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience." Despite the day they'd had, she was still in fine form.
"Go to sleep Reinita," he repeated the term to see the look she gave him a response for it.
A glitter of laughter in her eyes because even though he'd said it mockingly, it was still kinder than all the times he'd called her a brat to her face. "Did you see the look on Adrien's face?" Her question surprised him, he'd been looking at her and not the others, "He doesn't even know what the word means, but I'd given him such shit the last time he called me babe, and there you are getting away with mocking me." this time she did hit him, a tired swat to his shoulder that barely thumped.
"Well I couldn't exactly call you the brat in front of them," he offered as a defiance. That had been part of it, but Tom had also been disturbed by how Jerred kept using Dri's full name; the man talked about his cars in the same manner, like the name was the brand and he owned it. Tom had just intended to send her off for a beer so he could state plainly to the boys just how off limits she was when she'd gotten mouthy, so he'd gotten mouthy back.
And it was time to change the channel in his brain. "Goodnight Dri," he pulled his comforter along with him, seeing her hesitate at the side of the bed.
"Goodnight Tomas," Tom closed the door behind him before letting out a slow exhale.
His dad always said that any day you live to see the end of was a win, and Tomas did consider the day a success, but a part of him still felt off balance by the whole thing. He figured a good night's sleep would solve it so he got ready for none of that on the shitty couch.
To say that the sleep he'd gotten had been poor would he an understatement. It was so bad he felt no shame in stealing the joint he'd found in Dri's purse, and opening the window to smoke it. His back hurt, his neck had a terrible kink in it, and his leg had dangled at a weird angle despite the blanket cocoon so his knee felt jerky. And it took less than half the joint before the smell reached sleeping beauty and brought her fury out at him.
"Goddammit Tomas, it was big enough to share you greedy bastard." Adrianna didn't seem to be a morning person, or at least not one of those who woke up on the softer side
Instead of answering, he offered her the joint and kept his mouth shut as she snatched it from him to smoke in petulant silence. Tom tried very hard to keep his head on straight as she glared at him; she'd found one of he shirts to sleep in and he made a point to keep his head up as she'd come out without pants on. The shirt was long enough for modesty's sake, but he wasn't ready to deal with that much thigh on the brat first thing in the worry.
"Why are you awake already?" Her anger seemed to simmer down as the smoke passed between them.
"My spine threw in the towel; that couch really is shit," he had to admit it. The idea had been to keep people, namely Nate before he smartened up, from using his couch as a crash pad but now that Tom found himself occasionally sleeping on it he really did have to get a better one.