Drinking with friend Tony

[modernmarvel]

Who: Tony Stark and YOU!
What: In a moment of weakness, Tony made the mistake of inviting a few (a lot of) friends out for a night of drinks in hopes to introduce the various versions of the Avengers and get blackmail material on potential new roommates. (If your character has previous CR with Tony, negative or positive, consider them invited!)
When: Evening of Day 412
Where: The bar where Natasha (redhourglass ) works
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and alcohol

Tony wasn't quite sure what he had been thinking when he sent out the invitations over the bracelet. All of them, the Avengers and Thor's warriors from his universe, the Avengers from other universes, and a few other assorted friends to take Black Widow up on her offer for drinks at the bar she apparently worked at.  Still, he wasn't one to turn down a few drinks, and who knew how long it would be before they got the chance to relax like this again with the war seemingly picking up pace. It meant he could possibly be home far sooner than he expected, but that also meant a higher chance he wouldn't be returning home at all.

Wincing at the thought, Tony knocked back the rest of his glass of mead, raising the empty glass in a toast to his companions. He'd become strangely used to the sweet liquor, as much as he might have missed a good single-malt scotch.

OOC: Feel free to thread jack or start your own threads!

Comments

a million years late holy balls

[asofwar]

Well how nice of the man of iron(y) to invite them for drinks, because until she makes actual coin for wielding, Sif is still very much 'broke'. She prefers calling it relying on the friendship of others for alcohol. No more blades will be traded for money anymore, she is starting to feel naked without them as they get out of her hands.

She takes a seat across from Tony, smiling. "You look in...good spirits." Get it.

It's okay. My gmail is stupid.

[modernmarvel]

He does get it, and he's drunk enough to actually laugh at the somewhat cheesy joke he motions to the seat across from him. His scrap metal business is doing better than he thought it would have--even with his business acumen. Metal was always worth money, even in this strange magic-based society.

"And you look like you should have some. Good spirits, that is," he smirks and is already calling over the server. Thankfully Widow was off that night. Tony thought she would literally disembowel him for invading her workplace--even if she technically had invited them.

"So, what's up?"

[asofwar]

And here people thought she wasn't funny. Clearly they were all wrong. At the question, she looks upwards, wondering why on earth he'd ask her what was up when he could see perfectly find that it was a ceiling. Unless, of course, he wasn't asking literally.

"Is that meant to be a how fare you?"

[modernmarvel]

"You're the clever one out of Thor's roadies, aren't you?" Tony said with a laugh. Thor himself had stared at the ceiling for at least a solid minute before asking the same question. So it made a pretty good litmus test to see how "modern" some of his acquaintances were.

[asofwar]

"I may not know your vernacular so perfectly by now, Anthony Stark, but I have a longer history of understanding when I am being subtly insulted." Because whatever roadies meant, she's not sure she would like it. Still, it was said with a light tone, a casual shrug of her shoulders. And her hand finding his back for a hearty slap. "You should not embark on such journey when I could drink your whole fortune as payback."

[modernmarvel]

"I only insult my friends. And Justin Hammer, but he deserves that. Well, and any version of Loki. But mostly my friends," Tony winced at the slap--neither she nor Thor might have super strength, at least any more, but both of them hit rather hard for just 'love taps.'

With a grin, he brought the glass to his lips again, "Except I don't have access to most of that fortune here, so it might be a lot easier to drink me out of house and home now."