Urghhh, I'm tired but I just HAD to post after such a cruddy day at work. So, as I was searching through prompts today I saw one that had "Theives" and I just HAD to do it since this...well not THIS but the whole getting my tips stolen TWICE happened today. I'm actually suprised this one fit so well...well...the DVR was small but oh well. lol. So this comes from the overworked and overtired mind of a girl running solely on vanilla coke for the last eight hours. I promise nothing. lol.

PS: I liked the thought of Spot having to wear an apron and pink polo to work everyday, so I kept that he has a fountain job (in charge of waiting on the counter, making any and all dairy related deserts or drinks, and making salad...that's why he would get muchos tips on a good shift)

Disclaimer: I own nothing...not even any tips! .

Prompt: Thieves, a Jar, and a DVR

Tony smiled to himself, sinking down into the comfortable couch, a cup of decaf coffee in his hand. He unwrapped a blanket and draped it around himself over one of his boyfriend's shirts and some comfortable pants, turning on the DVR and clicking on his favorite television show. These were the days he truly loved. Now, don't get me wrong, he would always love Sean, and always love spending time with him…but sometimes it was just better to relax by himself.

Sean was working late that night…or so he thought.

He had just taken his first sip of coffee when a large bang he knew to be their front door slamming shut echoed through the air; and he knew his peace was over. Sean came into the living room, punctuating his entrance by throwing his hat against the wall as hard as he could, "FUUUUUUCKKK!" Sean screamed, his fists clenched, knuckles white in anger.

"What's up, Se—" Tony asked, slowly, knowing Sean would continue talking whether he was listening or not; and as he suspected he was interrupted abruptly.

"Fuck this! Fuck them! Fuck my work! Fuck stupid little punks! Fuck…EVERYTHING…" he screamed, another incomprehensible yell punctuating his sentences.

"Alright, alright, chill…what happened?" Tony asked, his voice calm, putting down his drink.

"So, I'm working really fucking hard at work, right? Yeah, and so then, halfway through my shift I happen to glance at the tip jar…well…it's not a tip jar…but we pool our tips and that's where we put them…so…yeah….like a tip jar but…not…oh well, that's not the point! So I see the jar which like a minute earlier I saw, and it was half full; right? Yeah, so the jar is fucking EMPTY now when I look at it and I'm like 'Alright, what the fuck?' and so then I think, 'Oh, maybe Tina or Sammy took the tips and put them behind the counter'. So I asked them and nobody fucking touched anything…And so now I'm fucking trying to find the probably forty dollars worth of tips from the damn jar and nobody knows where they were. And so they were stolen, obviously, because we asked everybody!" Sean finally stopped now to take a breath, "AND THEN like two hours later check the tip jar again and ITS MISSING AGAIN." Sean stated, his voice growing with his anger, "So I'm about to go ballistic 'cause now everyone is looking at each other like they're a fucking thief and it's just like, FUCK. And it's not like we could be compensated by the company because we didn't know exactly how MUCH was in the damn jar. So all in all, I got fucking jacked out of…like…fucking twenty bucks! Then when Brit asked who wanted to go home I told her I needed to before I got fired for assaulting someone…which is why I'm home…which means I'm still losing money! I'm so PISSED!" He yelled again, this time throwing his apron at the wall.

"Uh…wasn't your cell phone in that?" Tony asked, his eyebrow raised; but Sean was to angry to care.

"Damn punks, they should get their own fucking jobs. I mean, how low do you go when you steal TIPS from working people! I mean, my feet are killing me and you know what I get for it? Like eight bucks in actual paycheck money for today because we get paid so little. I live off my fucking tips, you know that! And you know what makes me the maddest? I still get taxed on those tips. I STILL GET TAXED. So that means that kid not only stole all the money I was supposed to make today, but from my paycheck too! Oh my god I'm going to kill that fucker! ...I'll find him and then I'll kill him…" Sean growled and Tony's eyes widened; when Sean started throwing out the murder threats…he was really, really pissed.

For the sake of saving all of the furniture and walls of their apartment from certain destruction, he got up and walked over to his boyfriend. He walked slowly and gingerly wrapped his arms around his enraged lover and let his head rest on his shoulder. It took a brave man to do such a thing when Sean Conlon was that angry, however on that same token, he knew it was the only thing that WOULD work…not to say he wasn't completely relieved when he felt the other boy's arms wrap around him too. He let his face move to the crook of the blonde's neck and chuckled slightly to himself, "You smell like chocolate…"

Sean felt himself smile, his mood lightening slowly but surely, "That's because Missy wasn't paying attention and let her milkshake explode everywhere…mainly all over me…oh…shit!" Sean stated and loosened his arms from around his boyfriend, "I'm sure I'm covered in it still, I don't want to get you covered too…"

Tony smiled though, not releasing the other boy from his embrace, "I don't care…I love you more than this ratty old shirt…"

He felt Sean's arms wrap around him once again, and a kiss placed on his head, "I love you too…" Eventually Tony found himself in the same position he was in before, however this time his chocolate covered boyfriend was wrapped around him along with the blanket.

"I really am sorry about your tips though, that sucks…" Tony stated, turning to his boyfriend who had calmed down immensely since he'd arrived home.

"Ah, fuck my tips, I have everything I want right here…" he smiled, and as cliché as he knew it was, he really didn't care about money when he could be home with the one person who could always turn his moods around.

Bump buddah buhh! And boom goes the dinomite.

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