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TAG! Storyline 1, part 3

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Still brimming with excitement, he hung up the phone. "Matty" he chuckled to himself. "Well, it's better than Matthew" he mused out loud. Drying off his hair and throwing the towel into the hamper in the corner of his room, "Two Points" he thought to himself as he made the shot.

"God I'm starving" he said.
"Who am I talking to?" he thought to himself, walking to the drawer and pulling out a pair of jeans and sliding them on. "Ugh" he groaned, the weight of the last several hours finally brimming over the dam of his excitement and elation. Only 2 months into his forties, Matt had been experiencing more aches and pains lately, but then again, after the accident and about 20 years of being a couch potato, what could he expect? Slipping the jeans over his hips and fastening them, he winced in anticipation of how much pulling the shirt over his head was going to ache. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad as he pulled on a t-shirt and his brown Jedi hoodie. He smiled as he recalled his girlfriend at the time just not getting how a 38 yr old man would wear a hoodie, much less one with a Jedi symbol on it. Understanding from that point that it wasn't worth getting into anything further with a woman who didn't like Star Wars, he hadn't thought twice of his decision to break up with her.

Sighing loudly as he lowered his now aching carcass onto his leather couch, he cursed, knowing that he was still hungry and would have to get back out of his comfortable couch. Grabbing the remote and flipping through some channels, he came across commercial after commercial for this food or this restaurant. His stomach started drowning out the commercials in it's insistence of being filled. Smiling to himself, he flipped off the TV, painfully pushed himself out of his couch, and instead of reaching for the phone and the delivery menu, decided it was a good occasion to celebrate. He looked at the phone and was about to call Terri when he realized that
a) he didn't want to intrude - how rude would it be to ask someone to celebrate your event and b) that he didn't have anyone else he could call. Standing in his front hallway with the phone in his hand, Matt had the realization that Terri wasn't just his closest friend, she was his only friend.

"Dude" he breathed softly with the thought. His emotions turned down that black corridor that he had been in for so long and he started to drop his keys back on the table. Looking at his hand, he could still see the mark from his gloves and remember the sharp strike from Sensei that caused it.

Shaking his head, he shoved away the feelings dragging him back down that path and grabbed his keys, and opening the door he turned and slammed the door with a loud, satisfying bang. He was standing there smiling at his front door when the woman living next door was walking by, her 3 year old grandson making his way uneasily down the sidewalk in front of the house. Mrs. McNally raised her eyebrows and smiled, saying "Everything okay Matt?"

His smile broadened as he turned to her and nodded, "It is now Mrs. M. Thanks!" He jumped down the steps two at a time and rushed to his car. Unlocking it and sitting in it, he wondered what was happening to him. He shook his head and started the car, backing out and heading downtown, waving to Mrs. McNally as he drove down the block. Not really knowing where he wanted to go, his subconscious decided for him. He was pulling into the parking lot of Shikoku, a japanese hibachi and sushi place he used to come to a lot. Pulling into the spot, he smiled and got out, walked in, and was greeted by a cute young girl in a full length kimono.

"Welcome sir, table for one?"
"No thank you, I'd like to sit at the sushi bar" Matt said, looking over at the area in the corner where the chefs were preparing the raw fish.
"Hai, please follow me"
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Rather than keep writing, I'm going to stop here and let Terri continue. This is turning into an interesting experiment