With a turkey--still alive and a bit angry--and more left over Chinese food than anyone could rightly eat, Tony had been left enjoying his time looking over Black Friday sales. Not because he needed to save the money, but because it was fun ( Read more... )

Waking up alone wasn't strange for Tony. Waking up in someone else's bed and alone... was. It usually happened the other way around ( Read more... )

After a late and more than a little entertaining evening spent in Sydney with Tyler-- and dragging the man upstairs to sleep off all the alcohol. "Good god, how can someone so scrappy be so heavy?!" --Tony found that he had work to do ( Read more... )

Once-- Linda? Lucy?-- whatever her name was went to sleep, Tony didn't linger.

He had work to do.

The new glass of scotch-- barely touched as he tweaked a few things-- was dripping water onto his workbench from the condensation. He'd drink it in a moment. Just a few more things to do.

Just a few more.

[[For that chick from the bar, but open ( Read more... )