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El Burrito Loco, Monday Night

Usually, when Tyler needed a drink, he went to Caritas and made a private bet with himself about the zombies. If none of them lost limbs in his first hour at the bar, he got an extra shot.

But tonight was not any night, and Tyler didn't feel like dealing with the people who might be at Caritas. So he found himself across the island, at the new Mexican place. He downed tequila and nibbled on chips with queso.

The telenovela playing on the TV over the bar made him feel a little sick to his stomach. Or that might have been the tequila.

[OOC: For one, but open for your Mexican food needs.]

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Looking for something that was the furthest from a horrible French accent that he could find, Tony ended up at the new Mexican place.

Sometimes a nice, cheap burrito cured all that ailed you. If not that... the tequila would do an excellent job at making it forgotten.

"A bottle, por favor."

Give him a moment to notice Tyler.

Tyler had just thrown back a shot and was blinking back the moisture it drew to his eyes when he noticed Tony.

Great.

He gave a tiny, sheepish, wave. "Queso craving, huh?"

"Something like that," Tony replied, looking startled for a moment before smoothly making his way toward him. He couldn't be rude after all. "Back to normal too, I see."

"Other than the cramp in my back from being a corpse in a closet for a day, yeah," Tyler said, rubbing a shoulder demonstratively. "What about you, did you end up banned from Town Hall?"

"A corpse?" He'd been alive before the whole-- town hall. "I think it's a mutual banning if that's the case."

"Eliza Bennet from school lives in my basement and she was a vampire who wanted my blood," Tyler explained. "I need to figure out if that was for real or for the weekend. I hope just the weekend, 'cause I was doing research at work. Looks like vampires are hell to evict."

He would have asked Tony how he got mutually banned, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.

Tony stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if that was a bizarre attempt at a joke or not.

"Another one of those strange things about the island that I don't want to know?"

Tyler debated this as he signaled for another shot. "We don't get them often," he finally said. "But there's this guy, Angel? Graduated before I came the first time. He's a real vampire, or that's what everyone says. And Faith killed the things in her free time. Some kind of calling."

"So, short answer -- yeah. You probably don't want to know."

"That's what I thought," Tony said, nodding and looking expectantly for his own shot glass and bottle.

Fandom was hell on his liver.

Tyler smiled grimly. "Fandom's easier if you don't think too hard."

"I'll keep that in mind," He said dryly. Ah! There was the tequila. "So--" He took a shot.

"--I think we're even now."

"Even." That was a big concept, and Tyler was going to need more tequila before he even considered it. "You were a lot closer to being in your right mind than I was to being in mine."

"I was plotting to take over the island," Tony replied, like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard. "I was nowhere near my right mind."

A beat.

"And you certainly didn't object."

Tyler blinked. "I meant the time you were a woman," he protested.

This ... didn't help his case.

"I was naive Saturday! You seduced me."

"You were begging to be seduced," Tony insisted.

Tyler glared. "I had been raised in a cult! I had no idea what I was doing."

Which ... actually kind of bothered him. He was good in bed (or on a desk), dammit.

"You did surprisingly well for a blushing virgin," Tony remarked, downing another shot quickly.

Tyler buried his face in his hands. "Can we please not ..." he started, then gave up. "We both did, for two straight guys."

"I was trying to give you a compliment."

"And that's exactly what I've always wanted to hear," Tyler said. "That I'm a good bottom, for a virgin."

His shotglass met the top of the bar rather emphatically.

"Fine," Tony said, going with that easily. "You were horrible this weekend. So much better when I was a woman. Oh, take me now you stud."

Feel the passion in his tone.

"Asshole."

Tyler turned his attention to the telenovela.

"You love me anyway," Tony said with a smirk, stealing one of Tyler's chips.

"I tolerate you," Tyler admitted, leaning to the side to give Tony access to the queso. "So taking over the island didn't go so well, huh?"

"I went about it the wrong way. The school is where you would start, not the town," Tony said dismissively. The cheese was surprisingly good...

"And apparently I had a child when I was in college."

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