Atlas Gym, Sunday After Fight Club

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After the last of the fighters had trickled out, the gym was ... peaceful.

Peacefulish, anyhow.

Could you really blame Tyler if he took a moment to lie down on a mat, going over the night's matches and tomorrow's lesson plan in his mind? He'd finish cleaning the space up later.

Really.

[OOC: For some inventor dude.]

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[tyler_gone]

And that was basically asking Tyler to grab Tony's ass, really. "I'd settle for a beer and turning the lights out."

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"No chocolate covered strawberries and champagne?" Tony asked, giving him a look of mock hurt.

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"If you bring up lingerie we're breaking up," Tyler said, and bent his head down for a kiss.

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"Deal," Tony replied, kissing him back easily.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler continued the kiss, bringing his hands around to Tony's hips as he tried to guide him toward the door.

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"Someone--" Tony moved along with him, pulling back to speak before kissing him again. "--is eager."

[tyler_gone]

A moment later, and it was Tyler's turn to pull back. "Someone wanted to see you."

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"Be still my heart."

This was romantic for them. It was a special sort of romance.

Tony paused for a moment, frowning.

[tyler_gone]

Yeah, they were ... acting sort of like a normal couple. It was weird and didn't bear too much thinking about.

Tyler blinked and paused at the frown.

"What?"

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He knew this feeling. He knew it from twice before.

"Mother fu--"

And then there was a disgruntled pony there before he could complete the swear. Poor, poor Tony.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler would finish that swear.

And add a couple more. He had an extensive vocabulary, and a few words had to be devoted to how very much he wasn't getting laid tonight.

"Weekend. In. Bed. once this wears off," he said, leading the pony toward the exit. "Do you wanna stay at the loft or my place."

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Tony trotted after him, bumping his head against Tyler's leg. As long as he got something to drink, he would be happy.

And this sure as hell better wear off soon.