Tony Bartlet

It had appeared impromptu. They'd been watching crappy TV when Tony had gotten up, grabbed Izzy's hand, and said 'screw this, we're going for a drive'.

They took the bike and he made sure to take a route she wouldn't recognize, acting surprised when they wound up in the town they'd first slept together in. He'd laughed quietly and brought her to the same fish shop they'd eaten in then, and suggested they go check out the cave.

They'd just gotten past the entrance when it became clear that Tony had planned this all along. A blanket was laid out, and there was a cooler to one side with a bottle of alcohol-free champagne and some fine chocolate being kept safe from the heat.

"Happy anniversary." He grinned a little, arms sliding around her from behind.

Their first time was two years ago today.

Dude, what's up with this pansy haircut? I look like something outta Lord of the Rings.

I'm about to graduate and become an uncle... unless Teddy counts and I already am one. Hey Dex...does Teddy count?

Credit where it's due I don't make small changes.

I've acknowledged this before.

This seven should've happened back when I was single. I got so many questions right now, and only some of them about cream filling.

Which reminds me. Kind of a PSA. If ever you wanted some head today'd be a really good day to try get it, I figure.

And hey, if you do, I got a couple questions if you don't mind answering them.

Also who knew I could get even tastier? Better still who knew Izzy could get even more lickable?

Is it just me or has Tampa been way too nice to us the last couple of sevens?

So first I got me a wife.

And now I got me a place on a graduate course, assuming I graduate with what they think I'll graduate with.

You know the world's gone crazy when I'm the one doing the mature shit. You know it's gone insane when Alex is doing the same.

So here's why I'm stupid. Last night it was a buddy from work's birthday and we all got suitably wasted and wiggled our junk at him before heading home. I had this dream last night that Izzy was pregnant and when I woke up this morning, wiped out and the worse for boozing, I pretty much forgot it wasn't true.

So off I go, raiding the baby stores to get the nursery ready and I have a whole bunch of stuff that, you know, we don't need.

All the ungirlie stuff's yours, Dex, seriously.

Anyone got use for an assload of pink onsies and booties?

I decided I don't want to graduate. Mostly I decided this when I was in the middle of a 'what you're going to do at grad school' talk with one of the admittance tutors.

Fucking grad school, what the hell was I thinking?

It's all starting to feel a little too grown up.

One of these days, I swear to God, I am going to find a way to kick Tampa's ass personally.

I'm just saying.

( Izzy )

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So I have a suggestion for a new city motto.

Tampa: Our lives are not like other people's.

It occurs to me that my Mom done good. My birthday's this Saturday, the 6th, that's one day off some interesting times right there.

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( Dex )

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( Izzy )

So dudes, Alex is fine. Long story but seriously, he's fine.

The wedding had gone remarkably smoothly. Tony had (mostly) behaved, resisting all urges to pull off dumb shit and letting Izzy have her fairytale princess day. Their reception had been a very casual barbeque on the beach and he'd had a friend hook up a sound system. All cool, all chill and all good.

When the day was over he'd sailed his new bride off into the sunset on his Harley and they'd spent the night ensuring they'd fulfilled the consummation part of the deal before heading to Alex's party the next day. After that Izzy expected to go back to the apartment - probably for yet-more consummation - but Tony, being Tony, had other plans.

They were going paragliding down to South America. Staying in an affordable but beautiful hotel on the coast and sightseeing for a couple of days before taking part in some keen adventure sports.

They'd be back on Wednesday, Tony had booked the flight.

What he didn't realise is they wouldn't be needing it.

It wasn't accurate to say Tony was fearless. Tony had plenty of fear - healthy and well-placed, even openly acknowledged. What Tony didn't have was much in the way of sense.

But he also had a huge fucking chainsaw so, you know, it worked out.

He'd stolen a bike - he was no-where near home - and headed for the Complex, weaving in and out of the steadily growing group of zombies that were homing in on it. When he got there he'd ripped the cord and - literally - cut himself a path through the crowd, running like you shouldn't with a powertool to get to the cafe and letting out a sigh of relief when he spotted Izzy alive and well inside.

"Salt!" He shouted through the window, "Get the salt." Pause. "...and where the hell's December?"

( Cassidy )

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( Dex )

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( Tommy )

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Ok, so. Nearest and dearest because there's no way I'll think of ever of everyone while I'm winging it:

At [address of church], 11am on October 31st Isabelle Mendes is gonna make an honest man out of me after all this time living in sin (highly enjoyable sin but sin, none the less). If you're buds with her or with me consider yourself invited. We'll fix something up for a party right after, gonna check in with the future Mrs. and see what she wants.

Hey Izzy, got you a wedding present.

Also dude, Tinkerbelle was hot. Like. Way hot.

( Cassidy )

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When the hell did my GPA reach 3.3?