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Caritas | Sunday

How Clark had gotten talked into returning to the bar was not something he cared to think on for long. Let's go with Tino was pathetic and Clark could use the money.

Besides, Tino was being kind of weird and distracting with some neck pogo-stick contraption and claiming it was better than plastic surgery.

Clark wasn't asking.

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"Yeah, but I'd come out all covered in zombie goop."

Ew.

"...try to avoid that."

"Which was why the meathead at the gym plan was my first idea," Tyler pointed out patiently, and took a long sip of his beer. "Regret staying on the island for break yet? It's been quiet."

"And miss out on glitter snow?" Tinsel, Tony. It had been tinsel.

"So that's what makes the island for you," Tyler observed, a touch of archness in his voice. "It has to drop shiny shit on you. Good to know."

Tony just smirked at that. "And what would you have missed?"

"The reindeer covered in lights in my yard were pretty special," Tyler observed. "Didn't know they lived this far south."

"I'm pretty sure they don't normally," Tony pointed out. "Unless you're at a zoo."

"Good to know I wasn';t just overlooking them all this time."

"That's why you keep me around. I'm helpful like that."

"... and here I thought it was 'cause I was just hoping to get more cufflinks."

Tyler almost kept a straight face.

Oh, he was just asking for it now. "I'll get you pink ones next."

"That's the worst you can do?"

Tyler was kind of doing a footsie thing that he would have a creative rationalization for, should he be called on it.

"They'll glow and repeat the word 'gay' any time you move." Hey, he could.

The calling came in the form of one raised eyebrow after a glance downwards.

"Mean, Stark," Tyler commented, withdrawing his feet to the rungs of his own damn stool. It had all been an accident. Really.

"... I'd zap you with zombie goo."

"Would not." That only meant that Tony needed to push the game with a foot rubbing against Tyler's ankle.

See what he started?

"And you're gonna waste your time making the world's gayest cufflinks for me?"

Oh, he so would. But Tyler rubbed his foot back anyhow.

"I'm sure it wouldn't take too much of my time." Genius, helloooo? It was going to be a game of gay footsie chicken, it seemed. Because Tony wasn't about to back down.

Tyler bent down to untie his sneaker, slid it off his foot, and ran it up Tony's calf as if he was doing absolutely nothing extraordinary. Surprising Tony beat winning at chicken these days.

"But the question is if spending any time on it is worth it."

"It could be marketable," Tony countered, looking down with that same 'O rly' expression. "Are you trying to scandalize the bartender?"

"He can't see," Tyler pointed out. "Anyhow, easier ways to do that."

Which involved leaning in for a light kiss.

... he didn't know.

Because he was a champ at gay chicken.

...by being involved with a guy. It was a skill, you see.

"Breaking your students, hmm? I should have known that's how you survive teaching."

See, if neither of them was really gay, being involved with a guy also wasn't gay ... and this made sense in the straneg wonderland that was Tyler's head.

"It beats making cufflinks."

"I wouldn't make them, I'd just be adding to them."

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