Bisexual Star of Darkest Night Talks About His Boyfriend!

Tony snickered at the headline. He could just picture Mason curling his lip and saying, "He's a co-starTony flipped through the pages until he found the article. Oh, man. Big photo of him and Lee hanging out in Lee's apartment from the photo shoot on Sunday. They sat together on the ( Read more... )

Tony needed to talk to Ryne Cyratane and the only way to do that was, well, post-coital. With Leah. Since he and Leah were a not-happening thing, they needed a third. Leah had suggested Lee and while the idea was tempting ("Hi, Lee? It's Tony. I need to do this thing to save the world...") it was also terrifying. Besides, he had an alternative ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Jack was tired, exactly, more that he was concerned and frustrated and wished he could do something of some use. And somehow that expressed itself with a heavy head and a dependence on coffee. He was refilling his mug for the fourth time in two hours ( Read more... )

While the other group was out closing weak spots, Henry, Jack, Elson and Dinah kept watch at the studio. Part of the stage used to house an interdimensional gate and the energies left from that gate would attract any demons the other group missed. Standing guard left a lot of time for talking.

( Jack and Henry )

The buzzer for the back door sounded. "I think the cavalry's arrived," Tony said, pulling himself to his feet. He headed for the back door. ( Read more... )

Eighteen-hour days were normal in TV, even without a killer haunted house messing up the shooting schedule, but Tony wasn't used to the schedule any more. So on Sunday, his one day off, he crashed hard and woke up late. But he still missed the folks back in Fandom, so after he grabbed some breakfast - well, lunch - he picked up his phone and ( Read more... )

It was break week, so Tony was still in bed when the phone rang. He groped for it on the nightstand, stared blearily at the Darkest Night office number on the screen and pressed Talk. “Amy?” he guessed. “I still don’t remember what happened to that trombone.” ( Phone call from Vancouver )