Stark Apartment, Saturday Evening, 10/9

Tyler had, it seemed, hit the stage of advanced old age when a really good Saturday night meant three beers and online poker with a table of suckers.

The upside: He was up a couple hundred bucks, so the night wasn't a total waste. And then he clicked over into his email.

Homecoming. Huh.

"Tony?" he called into the other room. "How are you feeling about Fandom?"

[OOC: For that guy, NFB.]