13 Griffin Lane, Tuesday Night

[tyler_gone]

Due to sheer boredom, Tyler had helped the pony up the stairs to his room.

Tony hadn't even complained too much.

He slumped on the floor of his room, back against the wall, flipping through some book about diseases and scratching the pony's ears every so often. He was wearing his new t-shirt because it was really freaking soft.

Definitely not the most exciting day before Christmas Eve Tyler had ever lived through, but at least there weren't any Salvation Army carollers to annoy him.

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"And I wouldn't need any grass with the rich diet you gave me," Tony replied dryly.

[tyler_gone]

"You were a horse," Tyler pointed out. "It's what horses eat."

He paused, suddenly uncertain. He was a city boy, after all. "... isn't it?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony lived in Malibu. "How should I know?"

[tyler_gone]

"Don't rich people ride horses and shit like that?" Tyler asked. "I was on a horse once at day camp, that's as close as I've ever gotten." He was hopping down the stairs, glancing at Tony to see if he'd follow.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I was too busy with building things for any of that." Much to his mother's displeasure.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler studied Tony for just a moment at that. "Well," he finally said, "you didn't starve to death, so I didn't guess too badly."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Even if my babysitter did get me drunk."

[tyler_gone]

"Lindsay swears you begged for it," Tyler pointed out.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"..." Tony shrugged. "Like you wouldn't have."

[tyler_gone]

"I don't drink that much," Tyler pointed out. His definition of "that much" had just shifted in the last couple months.

"Are you coming?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Smiling quickly for a moment, Tony brushed past him for the door. "Waiting on you now."

[tyler_gone]

"Dick," Tyler muttered under his breath but with a stupid little smile.

Louder, he added, "Then let's go."