Tyler's Room, 13 Griffin Way

[tyler_back]

Late Saturday night, a former mad bomber curled up in the overstuffed chair in his room and slept like a baby.

A baby who had fallen asleep watching a metaMelrose Place marathon because he was too lazy to change the channel and short skirts were surprisingly mesmerizing when you were trying to avoid your housemate. But a baby all the same.

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[not_ironmaiden]

Suuuure. Tony was having far too much trouble getting Tyler's door open, but he managed it somehow...

Even if he was a bit busy leaning against things. "Helloooo?"

[tyler_back]

There was a mutter from the chair.

It might have been "Come back to bed, Tony."

No, he wasn't in a bed.

[not_ironmaiden]

Well. Who was he to say no? Tony managed to walk over with more grace than someone that drunk should. "Hello, Tyler."

The dropping onto his lap was unnecessary.

[tyler_back]

Tyler startled at the weight, partially wakening, and involuntarily almost rose to his feet. "Jesus fuck, where'd you come from?"