By the time the next morning came around, Tyler was up earlier than the amount of alcohol he consumed the night before should have allowed. He hadn't bothered to dress, just kept his towel wrapped around his hips as he stood over the stove to make his breakfast with the paper next to his plate.
His usually styled hair was slicked back, still damp from his shower. He was aware that she was probably still there. Chances were she wouldn't leave, if he remembered her properly. But she easily could have gone home in the middle of the night. But he needed at least one more cup of coffee before he was ready to deal with that.
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Date: 2013-06-16 11:15 pm (UTC)His usually styled hair was slicked back, still damp from his shower. He was aware that she was probably still there. Chances were she wouldn't leave, if he remembered her properly. But she easily could have gone home in the middle of the night. But he needed at least one more cup of coffee before he was ready to deal with that.