tyler anderson

22; he/him; graphic design

[tylertootlesanderson]

lockbordes​:

It was the ballroom lights that made their face brighten, watching colorful fairy like lights appearing on their face. For one second he stood there staring at them before a massive, and slightly mean, look flashed across his face. Slowly he began the trek towards him, going through the obstacle course that had suddenly appeared in front of him. Happy to have another plaything to entertain himself with before the true party began.

“Tyler, my love.” he called out once he was but a handful of steps away. “You can’t possibly understand how good it is to see you here, old chump. A true beauty among us mortals.”  @tylertootlesanderson​​

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For the life of him, Tyler couldn’t seem to remember why he’d come along. His friends had split off, as per usual, each finding someone to entertain or impress for the night. Once again, it left him alone in the corner, sipping on whatever boozy concoction was supposed to get him through. That was, until a new presence caused his jaw to clench, hard.

Lifting the three quarters empty drink to his lips, he made easy work of downing the rest, back and right foot pressed firmly into the wall behind him. When he’d finished the liquid, he absentmindedly dropped the flimsy cup to the ground beside him. “Lock.” The last time they’d met, he’d been left with light, finger-shaped bruises on his chin, and Tyler certainly didn’t like the look on his face now. It sent a flush of cold through him, making his empty fingers tighten around nothing. “The pleasure’s yours.” He responded, fixing Lock with an icy glare. His arms crossed his chest, in what could neither be solely annoyance nor protection, and his chin lifted instinctively in a reach for unspoken power. “What do you want?”

[tylertootlesanderson]

Tyler’s just ready for this damn year to be over, and will begrudgingly survive one last ball (if he must).

[tylertootlesanderson]

“Look, I only came for the Christmas cookies.”

“I didn’t ask you to come here for anything else.” With that, Tyler offered her out one of the cookies. How had he ended up baking them? With Christmas around the corner, and the Lost Boys still in a state of disarray, he’d thought that a baked good might help facilitate some holiday spirit. The underlying problem here was that he didn’t know how to bake, and, being too stubborn to confess a) what he was doing and b) that he couldn’t do it, the results were questionable at best. “’M just wondering if they’re edible.” He said grumpily, not so much as her as was just residual; the process he’d gone through today had been stressful, to say the least.

[tylertootlesanderson]

🛍️ ( vidia )

Tyler hobbled along behind Vidia, two steps back while she finished checking out. Shopping was in no way his favorite activity, a major reason why he’d pushed it off for so long. But, there was still the chance that the gang was doing a gift exchange, and if he came empty handed for white elephant, at least four people wouldn’t let him live it down. When Vidia had offered to help him find a gift, it had seemed like a godsend, but nothing she’d suggested so far had felt right. Instead, she’d made more small purchases for herself than he had for anyone else, and a few light shopping bags of hers dangled from his hand as he followed her out of the store. “Generic gifts... Where are you supposed to find generic gifts? What’s the point of only buying one gift if you still have to shop for everyone?” He only ever complained about the semi-tradition when out shopping for it. @10kvidia

[tylertootlesanderson]

🎿 ( winnie )

Tyler had been looking forward to the day, admittedly. Snowboarding was like an extension of skateboarding, banking on some similar skills while presenting its own obstacles, and it had always come pretty easily to him. In fact, when his powers came in, his ability to shape shift only strengthened his hand-eye coordination, and this was the first winter season he’d get to test that. “What’s your comfort level?” He asked, perched in the snow at the top of the hill. He made quick work of strapping his boots in, wiggling the edge of the board into the snow to test its give. When he looked over at Winnie, he offered her a hint of a smile, easier to muster for someone outside of his gang under the right circumstances. “Race to the bottom, or smooth and steady?” @howlingwinnie

[tylertootlesanderson]

❄️

“What the fuck...” Tyler grumbled when the first snowball came hurling through the clubhouse window. When the second one did, he forced himself out of the bean bag, stalking over to see for himself. He had to jump to avoid the third, though, and the corner of his lip twitched up. As much as the Lost Boy refused to admit it, he appreciated moments that allowed him to get out of his mind a bit. When he crept to the window on the other side and hopped out, he even almost remembered why he liked the holidays. Tyler snuck around the edge, already forming a compact snow ball in his warm hands. All it took was peeping around the edge to clarify that his pursuer was still focused on the window for him to line up, throwing one directly at her before hiding before the corner once more. “This place is protected!” He called, obviously a joke intended for who he guessed to be someone from their gang. @sheglitch

[tylertootlesanderson]

❄️ - Fawn

“Hey!” Tyler reacted immediately, lightly shoving her away by the side with one arm and using the other to flap as much snow out of his hoodie as possible. It sunk in, however, and though she’d done it as a joke, he was ready for his friendly revenge. “Two can play that game.” He crouched down for a moment, scooping up a handful of snow and quickly attempted to drop it down the back of her jacket, though her anticipation made it harder. In the end, about half of it escaped, the other powdery half spread across the coat material and her hair. Still, he was left grinning triumphantly as he stepped back to admire his work. “’M not one to mess with, Goodwinn.” @fawn-goodwinn

[tylertootlesanderson]

🌿 - Serena

Tyler shouldered his way through the crowd, steps light and quick. His eyes darted from corner to corner, paying little mind to the couples hooking up or the bubble tripping in the hallway. He’d been ready to leave, only staying a little while on principle, when he’d felt the journal slipped out of his back pocket. The Lost Boy had noticed a moment too late, however, and he was left chasing the thief’s coattails to get it back. As weird as things had been lately, including his share of unideal run-ins, he still had a feeling he knew who was to blame. And, if he was right, there was only one way to find her. Stopping mid pursuit, he shifted direction, cutting through the opposite doorway into the front foray. It was only quiet for a moment before Serena came running in. “Really?” He asked as she rounded the corner, unsurprised equally by the action and the final location: underneath the oversized, cheap looking mistletoe hanging from a thin string. @serenariverr

[tylertootlesanderson]

lockbordes​:

it was the hand holding onto his wrist that made him finally snap, grin spreading across his whole face in shock. so, it seemed there was something more to what the boy showed him. that was exciting. finger held tightly in his hand, feeling the hold constrict any sort of movement. the setting was too public for lock to do anything but move forward. in that moment he was enveloped in everything that was tyler. 

everything blended into one. in that moment lock was part of a whole. the intensity with which the guy spoke making him fall deeper into the moment. almost leaning into the hand holding onto his chin, giving himself in. taking ahold of the wrist holding onto his chin, pressing him closer. if tyler wanted to do this, then lock would make sure he left with something of his. chin tilting forward, and proud, in the hold staring into his eyes. 

“you are playing a dangerous game, boy.” lock whispered. “there is nothing that holds me to this mortal world. so speak carefully, and don’t do something you will regret.” holding tightly to the wrist, bending it down onto their side, pressing the hand onto his waist. to the onlooker he believed would look like a couple having a small argument, cozily speaking in the mist of the people. “i am lock bordes. my brother is barrel borders and my sister is shock borders. my father is oscar bordes. when you say their names put some respect to them, before you lose everything you hold dear.”

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If he’d been trying to elicit a reaction, he would have succeeded. However, Tyler never could have expected the way this guy welcomed the anger with a wide, toothy grin. Or, maybe he could have, seeing as Lock had seemingly been waiting for him to snap. Waiting for him to expose a weak spot, or even more, a strong one. In the span of these few minutes, they’d prioritized learning one another and, pressed close in anger in the middle of a festival, it was practically a master class.

There were things you couldn’t hide, in close proximity. That unexplainable thing behind Lock’s eyes was clearer here, flickered with amusement now, but also that same, dead intention. It almost made him nervous, but he couldn’t show it. Not when this was a game of power. Instead, Tyler met the older Bordes’ eyes, his own chin tilting forward proudly in return, pads of his fingers pressing deeper into to the skin that seemed far too hot for the winter climate.

‘Boy’ felt belittling, and Tyler had a hard time of schooling his face calm. But, so much as he warned him, Lock didn’t seem to expect obedience. He wanted to watch him struggle, just like Barrel had. Unlike Barrel though, his cuts were calculated, and the strength he utilized to move Tyler’s hand was likely to bruise a bit. Tyler suspected he knew as much. It was almost poetic, the latch they had on each other right now, and his fingers dug into the material at his hip for support. “I’m not scared of you, Lock Bordes.” Tyler whispered back a long moment later, breath hot but words icy. “Or your family.” He had to swallow this time, as a flash of a memory quickly entered and left his mind, but it didn’t waver his stare. Though his grip didn’t lessen, the pinky of the hand pressed to the chin slid down, scraping a nail lightly against the smooth of his neck. “Because, now? Now, I know you’ve got a secret you’d die to protect, and I’ve got a feeling it can take you all down.”

[tylertootlesanderson]

lockbordes​:

lock couldn’t help but wonder just how far he could take the game. something about the way the boy reacted to everything wanted to keep on pushing him. he could hear the sounds of the people around him lost behind him in a background of noises. it was almost exciting to be doing this in the midst of everyone’s joy. itching to take it a step farther, to see what was hidden behind the pretty boys exterior. 

“now. now. i’m sure you’d have too much fun if i did that,” he replied, standing straight. “let us be honest here. i care because i want to, and nothing you say will stop that.” lock pointed towards his face once more, glaring at the scar in dissatisfaction. “my brother isn’t fucked up. let us get one thing clear. you don’t say anything about my family, you remain safe and untouched.”

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There was something about the Bordes that he was beginning to notice... Something that lingered behind their eyes, their words, and it was illuminated in multitudes under the light of day. This guy was a continuation of Barrel, with steps where the younger’s staircases ended, yet he was more controlled. Meticulous. Careful and cautious in a way that no good man is. Tyler was in no place to judge, and still he found himself watching the brunet’s amusement shift to something more stern with his lips wet.

“You,” he began to respond, only to find his tongue hadn’t been so quick on the draw. Tyler found, with the shift in atmosphere, that the fire in him was raging anew. “You know what? I don’t know who the fuck you are, or why you give a shit,” though neither of which was fully true. By now, he new the family tie, and he could tell that the defensiveness transpired from it, but there was more to the story. Something else. “But I’m going to.” He reached a hand up, latching tightly onto the pointed finger and, when the two came face to face this time, it was Tyler who closed the distance. His free hand lifted to grab the other’s chin, rough and firm. “I’m going to figure you out. You both out. And then I’m taking you down.”

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

christmas / holiday starters

Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

at a party

“Woah, someone drank too much egg nog.”

“Look, I only came for the Christmas cookies.”

“So do I make a sexy Santa/elf/reindeer or what?”

“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”

“Is my outfit too festive/not festive enough?”

“Hey! Come on in, I’ll get you a drink.”

a grinch

“I can’t believe I’m all alone during the holidays.”

“Most wonderful time of the year, my ass.”

“I hate snow. And smiling children.”

“If I hear one more Christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.”

“The only thing good about Christmas is the candy canes.”

“Wow, that gingerbread house is…unique.”

“Egg nog is disgusting.”

anti-grinch

“I’ve had my tree up since November.”

“How could you not like the holidays?!”

“I’m going to shove a candy cane up my ass. I’m so excited!”

“Christmas is the only time of year when I’m stressed out AND receiving a bunch of gifts.”

“There’s NO way I’m going to lose the house decorating competition.”

“Christmas isn’t a holiday. It’s a way of life.”

presents

“What did you get me?” / “I’m not telling you! It’s a surprise.”

“I didn’t know what to buy you, so..I made you something…”

“You gave me the present that I gave to YOU last year?”

“It’s perfect…”

“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“The only gift I want is stability and happiness. But this wrapping paper is pretty.”

“You just rip the paper right off?! You heathen.” / “You save the paper? Nerd.”

secret santa

“Ugh, I can’t believe I got ___ for secret santa.”

“I got ____!! What should I give him/her/them?”

“Who bought me socks? They’re plain white no-brand socks.”

“The limit was $20, people. Why do I see an iPhone?”

“I know who got me this. There’s only one person who knows me this well. It’s you.”

with friends

“I got us matching ugly sweaters.”

“Do you think I can fit these candy canes up my nose?”

“Merry Christmas, fuckers. I’m broke but at least I got you stuff.”

“This is really corny…but you’re already a gift to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in so long! Get over here and give me a hug.”

flirty

“Are you Santa? Because I’d sit on your lap.”

“Have I been naughty this year?”

“Oh, I’d ride in your sleigh.”

“Your eyes twinkle like tree lights.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

snow

“It’s snowing! That’s so perfect!”

“Great, now my flight is delayed…”

“How am I supposed to get home in this weather?”

“Baby, it’s cold outside…”

“Let’s have a snowball fight.”

no snow

“Why can’t we have a white Christmas?”

“It’s too hot for hot cocoa.”

“I wish I could wear a sweater without dying.”

“It’s nice to get away from all the cold.”

“The only ice I want to see is in a cold drink.”

knows nothing about other holidays

“So is it Jesus’s birthday?”

“Where did Santa even come from?”

“…Isn’t the tree a pagan tradition?”

“How do the deer fly?”

“This holiday sounds like it was made by someone on crack.”

“What’s a Hannukah?” / “What’s a Kwanzaa?”

“Is what I’m wearing okay?”

“Stop calling me a grinch! I’m not even Christian.”

hannukah

“Watch me shove all these latkes in my mouth.”

“You don’t know how to play with a dreidel?” / “Let me teach you the dreidel game.”

“See the menorah? It’s LIT.”

“Try the sufganiyot and you will forget about Christmas cookies.”

“Hannukah is the time of year when us Jews gather and decide the next step in taking over the world. At least that’s what that crazy guy from work told me.”

“Do these dreidel cake pops look Pinterest-y enough?”

“Christians get WAY too upset over Starbucks cups. I’ve never gotten a Hannukah Starbucks cup! You don’t see me rioting about it.”

“That’s not a dreidel…That’s a beyblade.”

kwanzaa

“Who needs one day of Christmas when I have a whole week of Kwanzaa?”

“See the kinara? It’s LIT.”

“I can’t go home until I buy a new kinara.”

“What do you think of the decorations? I think I need more African print.”

“How are we out of food? Kwanzaa is about the harvest!”

“I like Kwanzaa. It’s a holiday of principles.”

“It’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. All holidays are made up.”

“Kinda wish the unity cup was filled with whiskey. And that I could drink all of it.”

misc.

“No matter the holiday, family time is always a bad idea.”

“This isn’t Pinterest-y enough!”

“Come on, let’s take a quick selfie. We never see each other.”

“You know I’m Muslim/Hindu/Buddhist/atheist/other, right?”

[tylertootlesanderson]

@camdenlittle​ , @fredrichjones​ , @dunbro​ , @themikewazowski​ , @hamadaunt​ , @prescottpantos​

[coronamemeweekend]

vindctvewrites​:

*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ  —  holiday ask meme  !  —  ･ﾟ✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *

send  🎄 for  our  muses  to  decorate  the  christmas  tree  together .

send  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe .

send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together .

send  ❄️  for  our  muses  to  have a snowball fight . 

send  🍪  for  our  muses  to  bake  cookies.

send  🧐  for  my  muse  to  try  &  guess  what  yours  got  them  for  christmas .

send  🙈  for  our  muses  to  stay  up  waiting  for  santa .

send  🥶️ for  our  muses  to  warm  up  by  cuddling  close  to  a  fire .

send  💝 for  my  muse  to  give  yours  a  handmade  gift .

send  🛍️ for our muses to go gift shopping together .

send  🎥 for our muses to watch a holiday movie together . 

send  🎿 for our muses to go skiing or snowboarding together .

send  🛷 for our muses to go sledding together .

send  🎁  for our muses to wrap gifts together . 

send  ☕ for our muses to share a hot drink after being in the cold .

[tylertootlesanderson]

@camdenlittle , @fredrichjones , @dunbro , @themikewazowski , @hamadaunt , @prescottpantos

[tylertootlesanderson]

missbxll​:

“No, no. There will be no getting sloppy today. For you or me, or any of the rest of you fuckers,” she’s quick to shut the idea down. The last thing Tink or any of the Lost Boys needed was to get so drunk they ended up back in any mess even slightly similar to the ones they’d found themselves in during the last festival. Not that Tink herself necessarily regrets her drunken decision to hook up with Phoenix, but she figured it might be for the best to try to not sleep with one of her friend’s exes this go around. “Well that doesn’t change the fact that I just gave you a free ride. Plus I’m too cute to be buying my first round and we both know that.”

Tyler should have expected Tink to shut down the idea, but it still came as a surprise. Enough of one, even, that it actually caused the Lost Boy to frown. “You’re a fucker,” he retorted though a grumble, but he already knew she’d be getting her way. Or, at least, for so long as she was around. There would’ve been more arguments to her follow-up, half assed as they may be, but the brunet just narrowed his eyes. “Cute girls like me drunk,” he countered, though his tone was more akin to a child than a 20-something. It was flawed logic, but that wasn’t the important bit. “If you can outdrink me, I might even say you’re attractive.” He probably wouldn’t, because who was he to cater to Tink’s ego, but baseline offer was there.

[tylertootlesanderson]

nathan-nibs​:

Seeing how the other man seemed to make a mess of words to express the exchange of gifts, eyes with a bold expression at that common scene, did not provoke more than a playful nod of the head. Who knew how much Tyler had smoked, finding it all amusing and giving a playful wink. “Dudeee, you really need to go over the list of animals because mistaking a horse for an elephant … is a worrying thing.” This was not meant maliciously, but rather as an attempt to cheer up the spirits and slightly mess with his rommie without doing any really serious or perpetual damage. That was the two of them, messy and stupid but a duo who knew how to use their claws and teeth. Celebrating Christmas like other years, seriously, was it possible? “That would be great, what better occasion to meet again.” It was obvious that perhaps Nibs was worried about the future that awaited the band? Yes, but those were doubts that never came out of the head because saying them was making them real. Tyler was trying to do his part, the guitarist of the lost boys couldn’t get mad at him even if he wanted to. With all the shit that had happened, perhaps distancing themselves from each other had been inevitable. Biting his lip, fed up with that inexpensive pessimism, Nathan shook his head as Ty bumped his good shoulder, giggling to stick out his tongue in derision. “Nah, I’m content if we ended the night without either of us throwing ourselves off the edge of the pier for a night bath. I’m not too thrilled at the idea of ​​being chased by Hook or one of his men.” It would not be the first time that something like this happened, nor the last, The Lost Boys had a long list of bad decisions that had led them to get into trouble. Some were worth it, some were not. His teeth clenched lazily over the apple, not particularly interested in savoring the sweet touch, but rather keeping the mouth occupied with more than talking. “Or without ending up in the police station, it is not a great experience to end the night in a cell with more drunkards and not overly animated policemen.”

Tyler would’ve argued that not knowing the name of a gift exchange didn’t mean he couldn’t identify actual elephants, but the whole conversation was ironic; here Tyler was, able to shift into any living thing he wanted to (sans other people), and Nibs was claiming he was forty paces away from understanding the animal kingdom. It shot a pang of guilt through him, fully acknowledging how huge the secret was, but he still didn’t feel ready to expose himself. It was silly, given the fact that his power wasn’t anything embarrassing, but sharing the only secret he’d ever held from the guys felt like a bigger deal than it was. “Hey! The year I actually thought it was Black Horse, you know I brought the best gift.” He had, in his opinion; everyone else brought generic gifts that were sure to make anyone in the circle happy, but he showed up with a gift bagged ten inch jet black toy he’d picked up at the adult store (for the occasion). He’d joked that Peter, who pulled it, was really going to get ‘the full black horse experience’, which naturally just led to the honorary lost boy hitting everyone in the face with it for the rest of the night. Tyler never saw the gift again after that, and that was for the best. Mention of Christmas bumped his mood back up, and he was smiling a little to himself as he stared at where his feet would land on the next step. “If we’re planning on getting everyone together, we should let ‘em know.” He stated simply, though the words lent themselves to the promise of trying to make it happen. It had been a rough year, and if there was ever a time to end on a good note, it was now. “Fuck Hook,” Tyler instantly agreed, nails digging lightly into the caramel shell of the apple. Another unintentional mess he’d have to clean later. “Did I tell you he slammed my hand in the window?” It was right after Nibs was hurt, the first time, when the crazed Lost Boy had been dropping accusations around the island. He didn’t regret doing so, but given the fact that they hadn’t spoken about it back then, he wasn’t sure who in the group knew what. “Sent his warmest regards to you, though. Wishes of quick healing.” The words were stated with a dryer tone once more, a familiar sarcastic bite to the end and an empty smile devoid of the recent Christmas spirit. “Maybe he should be our tree topper, this year. Then I’d get the stick in his ass.”

[tylertootlesanderson]

lockbordes​:

a small smirk spread across lock’s face in quiet disbelief, eyebrow raised in question. well well well wasn’t that interesting. the kid hadn’t done anything at all but freeze making him wonder at what exactly was going inside of his head. the reaction almost pleasant enough for him to want to actually mark him knowing that would only cause more issues. why couldn’t he understand all he wanted was for it to be gone, something he would think the other would be down for. 

“i’ll call you whatever it is that i want to call you, darlin’“ he taunted, taking a step as tyler pulled back. lifting his chin, wanting to see just how far he could push him. “now now who said anything about me owning you? i don’t care about owning you, buddy. all i’m asking is that you get rid of that mark, do you think you can do that for me?” 

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Tyler watched the other’s eyebrow raise, causing another pang of disgust to ripple through his stomach. He wasn’t one to overlook, but this guy was treating him like nothing more than a toy; everything he did seemed to bring him entertainment, and Tootles didn’t know what to do. He still didn’t even know why this was happening, though his desire to grew more with each passing moment, and every inch of self restraint went into calming himself when his chin was grasped again.

Eyes baring across the small gap, Tyler stared down the brunet like he was envisioning his funeral, head snapping out of the touch again. “Fuck you,” he hissed, shoving at the guy’s chest to force space, if he couldn’t take it. “The fuck do you care about it?” Tyler asked louder, shoulders tense in ager and hands outstretched, ready to shove at the other’s sternum again if necessary. “My face is really more important than your fucked up brother?”

[tylertootlesanderson]

missbxll​:

Scoffing at his question, Tink almost dropped him for daring to doubt her ability to handle her alcohol. “Better than you can,” she answers with a roll of her eyes. In truth, he was far better at holding down his liquor than she was - but there was no arguing that she made better decisions under the influence than him. Which was really saying something, considering she was known to make a mess or two whilst drunk. As they float over towards the booths selling the different type of drinks, she lowers herself and Tyler down to the ground. “Alright. You owe me the first round for the ride here.”

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“First to get sloppy has to clean up the clubhouse tomorrow.” Tyler suggested with a smirk, supplying the simple bet to keep things exciting. On event nights, someone always found their way back there, and the results were never pretty. Tootles was happy not to have to clean up someone else’s sex mess, and if all he had to do for it was outdrink Tink, there’d be no issue. It took him a moment to find his footing when he was back on land, but he scoffed. “If I had a power that could give you rides, you’d be demanding them.” The truth (that not even he passively remembered) was that he did; he could easily shift into an animal capable of giving rides, but that fact was barely known to him, let alone her.

[tylertootlesanderson]

serenariverr​:

A smirked played on her face. Whatever little mental battle he was having in his head she knew it was from a seed she planted. “I’m warm and cozy in other ways then just snuggly.” The comment wasn’t needed , nor did it help them much. Serena just couldn’t admit he was right. The girl thrived off admiration of others and she wasn’t going to admit some , well most, thought that way about her too. “Since it’s not something we hear often , might as well enjoy it.” She grumbled out. A hand falling to his thigh to leave a teasing squeez. Rolling her eyes she knew he had a point and her hand holding the flask shot over to him. “Mm , happy holidays.”

Though it might have been too apparent (behind the high walls and low blows he favored in her presence), Tyler didn’t actually want to hurt Serena. Their feud had never been rooted in anything akin to hatred, even. They just mirrored the worst in one another, amplified by alcohol, years of history, and mutual self destructive tendencies. So, when an edge of hurt lined her comment, he retracted the metaphoric claws a little bit, a twinge of guilt getting quickly passed off as disgruntlement over the conversation. “Hmm,” he hummed out quietly, in passive disbelief that lacked greater interest, and when the hand landed on his thigh, he only shifted a bit under the fingers. The alcohol warmed his throat like Serena’s fingers did his knuckles, bumping briefly in the exchange. At least the wicked had the wicked. “You too, Serena.” The words resonated with an honesty that their exchanges so often lacked, but Tyler didn’t allow it to linger as he lifted the flask for a second gulp. Withholding a grimace, and with his teasing tone intact once more, he offered it back. “Any plans, then?”