Atlas Gym, Sunday After Fight Club

[tyler_gone]

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]

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."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

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.