Tyler Durden (
tyler_gone) wrote2010-10-09 09:11 pm
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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.]
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.]
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He was a petty man sometimes.
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"You can wait until prom for that," Tyler said, waggling his eyebrows. "Can I feel you up during the slow dances?"
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...yeeeeah. They lived with a special kind of repression to not notice they were pretty much married.
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Consider it a point of personal curiosity.
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Because that would end well.
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Because he was an idiot.
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Tyler was finally turning away from his computer.
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"His last test pilot survived." There were things there between the lines.
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"I could ask Rhodey to look into things, couldn't I?"
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"Homecoming. Yes, that would be good."
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"... don't laugh at that. It'd bruise my self-esteem."
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