Rating: PG-13 for cussing!
Pairing: Nick/Tyson, DUH.
Word count: 2.018
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Summary: It's stupid, their fight. Tyson knows this, but he still throws down his napkin and storms out of the nice little restaurant Nick took him to, all the while muttering and hissing nasty words to himself, words his mama would wash out his mouth with soap for.
Tyson recalls their fight and stuff that happens on New Years Eve.
Author's note: First fic in a while, kids! Beta'ed by my darling,
( Happy New Year, fucker. )
good






accomplished
full


optimistic
relaxed
exhausted


morose



happy



relieved
pleased

giddy

groggy

lazy



grateful




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