33 Apocalypse Ave., Tuesday Morning

[tyler_gone]

Tyler listened to radio as he made his coffee, and, at the mention of him, Tony and boykissy, added a healthy shot of whiskey to his mug. He carried it into his room and settled before the TV, tuning it to a Crime and Punishment rerun.

Of course, it was about illegal underground boxing.

His mug was very close to becoming a projectile.

[OOC: For a phone call.]

Comments

[tyler_gone]

"I'm not sure he was serious."

"I'll swing by the shop and make sure we're clear on the official story," Tyler promised. "And we aren't ... you know. Boyfriends."

[OOC: Heading home, later!]

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

"If you are," she said carefully, "that's fine, but Mr. Stark may need to do some additional interviews to avoid further speculation."

And she'd just...deal with that.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler rolled his eyes at the phone. "Nothing like that is happening," he stressed. "Tony will be back to the Maxim chick of the month anytime."

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

"How reassuring," she said dryly. "Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Durden. I'll be in touch."

[tyler_gone]

"Not a problem," Tyler said. "And I'll try to keep out of the tabloids."

"Bye, Pepper."