Title: What Tony listens to after a stressful day
WWC: #5 - play list, #9 - catch up on missed challenges
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Character: Tony
Category: gen
Warnings: none
Summary: Tony comes home from work and puts on the music that helps him relax
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Man, what a day. One of the worst in weeks. Stress levels had been through the roof for all of them and Tony was nothing but relieved that the case was closed. He shrugged off his jacket, threw the cap up in the hat shelf and dumped his wallet and keys on the small table by the door before heading straight to the living room. He shuffled through his stacks of CDs and chose a couple with Sinatra. He put them all into his stereo, put it on shuffle and then pressed play, letting the soft music fill the apartment.
He smiled when he recognized the first song and sang along to it while he headed to his bedroom to get rid of his clothes.
"And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jilly loves you more than you will know. Wo ho ho. Oh, bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray. Hey hey hey. Hey hey hey."
He'd always like that one. He felt the last bit of stress leave him as he removed his clothes, threw them in the hamper and them walked to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. He had longed for one all day and he would definitely take his time.
When Tony came out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped securely around his waist, he listened for what song was playing now and groaned when he heard that it was Love and Marriage. He admitted that it was a little funny, but it also proved that the view of love and marriage had changed a whole lot since Sinatra's days. Still he hummed along to the happy tune while he changed into sweats and walked out to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
The song changed again and this time it was one of Tony's favorites. A smile split his face and once again he added his voice to Sinatra's, moving in time with the song as he fixed himself some sandwiches. "Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, baby, kiss me..."
Tony took the sandwiches to the living room and flopped down on the couch. He thought of putting on a movie but changed his mind and decided to just sit back, relax and listen to the music. He finished the sandwiches and put the empty plate on the coffee table before making himself more comfortable on the couch. After some time he felt his eyes droop and even though he said to himself that he would just rest his eyes for a while, he soon fell asleep to the tones of the Lady is a Tramp.
When Tony woke up again it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. He groaned and sat up, grimacing when he felt the crick in his neck. He rubbed it as he yawned, and then he noticed that the music was still playing. It took some time before he recognized the song that was currently on and gave out a soft snort when he heard which it was: Bad, bad Leroy Brown. He listened to the rest of it while he thought of how like Gibbs the man in the song was. Maybe not in all aspects, but there were some similarities.
When the song was over, Tony turned off the stereo and stretched his stiff body. Yawning widely he went back to the bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed. He was just about to set his alarm when he remembered that they had the next day off and let himself settle back with a deep sigh. A few seconds later he was asleep.
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The End