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Drinking with friend Tony

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.

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Tony invited Elizabeth to drink when they first met & it wasn't until now that she took him up on his offer. After coming back from Columbia after murdering a woman, heaven knows she needed to rely on a friend. Booker isn't keen on her drinking but Elizabeth felt she should at least needed to take Tony up on his offer.

She stumbles in, not exactly looking like she belongs in a bar setting, trying to see if she could spot her friend from the doorway.

Tony hadn't yet met Booker, but he knew the younger woman needed a drink. Or at least something to take her mind off returning home. Tony knew from experience that those memories didn't just fade away when you came back to Asgard.

"Lizzie," Tony spots her nearly as soon as she enters the slightly crowded bar, mostly because of just how out-of-place she looks. With a wave, he motions her over to his corner table--out of the way enough to keep her comfortable, but not too isolated.

"I'm glad you came."

Oh, there he is. Thank god she didn't have to spend too much time looking for him. She weaves through the crowd to get to his table, hand holding onto her severed pinkie tightly. There's a small smile on her face because it's all that she could manage. She'd be a liar if she said she's gotten over what happened but she's hoping being around a friend would do her some good.

"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to finally meet you here," she says while glancing around before taking a seat. "Do you really work here?"

"Occasionally, when they get busy. I'd rather be in my workshop, but I've got to pay the bills somehow right?" Tony chuckled, dryly, as he poured a half-glass of mead for the woman. He nudges the glass of amber-colored liquid towards her with a nod.

"It's not bad. It's nothing compared to some vintage reds I've got in my cellar at home, but this place is all about substitutes, right?"

"I - I don't normally drink."

The first time Elizabeth has ever had a drink was with Samantha - back when she first arrived in this world. She tried her first alcoholic drink & it was just as she expected but at the same time, her perception of it is never like the experience of drinking it first hand.

Given what she had just gone through, she's not going to throw the idea away. Her father is... (was?) a bad drinker & she would never want to follow in his footsteps--really, selling your baby to clear your debts is pretty bad--but just one couldn't hurt, right? She's old enough to make her own decisions & she's far more smarter than Booker to know when enough is enough.

She picks up the glass, still looking at Tony until he finishes speaking & then takes a careful sip. Yeah, not like something she's had before.

"...Mn..." Not too bad compared to the Long Island Iced Tea she had with Samantha. "You've your own cellar at home?"

"For wine. I'm pretty sure it's mandatory for every billionaire to have one. Even if you don't drink wine," He chuckled dryly, noting Elizabeth's response to the drink. Well, she didn't spit it out, so that has to count for something.

"And there's a time and a place for everything. I didn't hold a nine-to-five job before I got here, but I do now. You'll learn to appreciate a good drink, even if it takes a few tries," He added. With the war still raging on around them, and their trips home, Tony knew that whether she would admit it or not, a way to forget for just a few hours might be what she needed.

[ He really did invite everybody, didn't he? Claudia figures that the bars in Asgard won't ask for ID so she shows up looking like she belongs, with her hair and makeup done and not smudged with soot and machine oil, for once. Socializing? In Asgard? Well, she'll give it a shot.

She moves towards the bar and scans the crowd inside for anyone she knows. (Which is probably going to be just Tony, but she'll find out soon enough!) ]

So Kate barely knows Tony, she hasn't even met the woman who she thinks is Black Widow, and she doesn't actually know anyone else here. So she's a little shy of twenty-one, not that it probably matters here, and not that she'd admit it if anyone asked. She still manages to look exactly like she belongs here when she walks in, like she doesn't feel a little awkward and nervous about meeting these other Avengers and a little underdressed, by her own standards if no one else's.

She's got a confident swagger and a ready smile, and she's more than capable of faking confidence with the best of them. She can totally handle this.

...she is going to need a drink, though. Sooner rather than later.

There's a wry smile. "I forgot how important of a person you are in your world." Elizabeth holds her glass with both hands, slightly turning it back & forth absently.

"I've tried something when I first arrived here. A... Long Island Iced Tea?" she says with a small laugh. "It was nothing like I expected it to be." Another sip is taken, with the same look but with less of a cringe, assuming she'll get used to it the more she drinks.

[If Tony had his way, he'd be in a stained tanktop with engine grease smeared across his cheek. But he's learned what polite society expects. And part of him does like to be the center of attention. Nothing does that better than a well fitting suit.]

Well don't you look like a tall glass of something strong enough to knock you on your ass.

[He greets Claudia with a smirk, turning to the bartender.]

Why don't you get the lady just that. My treat.

Then it is a good thing that Tony is standing by the bar, his own glass filled with an amber colored liquid. He's come to like Asgard's version of honey-wine, even if mead wasn't the same as a good aged single malt. Still, there is a lot worse he could be drinking.

Despite being the center of the party, there is a bit of space around the engineer--and he likes it that way. As much of a social butterfly as he appears, he much prefers to be the one to control social interactions.

And Kate's appearance is the perfect excuse to escape the crowded bar, so he calls out as soon as she's in eye-sight.

"Hey there, Lady Hawk."

Kate lifts a hand to wave briefly before weaving toward him. The greeting earns him slightly narrowed eyes and pursed lips - not quite a glare, and it doesn't last long, but she is shutting down this 'female Hawkeye' nonsense right away.

"It's just Hawkeye, thanks. Or you could use my name. That works too." Her smile returns, wry and friendlier, as she adds, "Nice to meet you in person, Mr. Stark."

"There's no actual tea in it. Not to mention no one on Long Island really drinks those, you know. Probably the most inaccurately named cocktail since the Irish Carbomb," Tony makes a face at the mention of the drink, covering his laugh with another sip of his mead.

"So, I'm not going to go all head-shrink on you, but how are you adjusting?" He meant coming back from her trip home.

Tony thought it was clever--a play on both her Avengers' title and the fantastically awful 90s sci-fi movie. But there's no accounting for taste, clearly. He holds up his hands in a gesture of "surrender," toasting her with his glass.

"Whatever you say, Ms. Bishop," He smirks back. Two can play at this last name business. Even if being called Mr. Stark makes him feel nauseous in very Freudian ways.

"So, have you packed your stuff?"

[ It's good that he isn't in workshop gear, that would be even more appealing and her crush is inappropriate enough as it is. And though she knows this, the compliment has an effect. ]

You, sir, are a terrible influence. I like it. What's the party for, though?

Ms. Bishop works a lot better for her. Just calling him Tony seems a little presumptuous, and Iron Man sounds ridiculous when they're not in the field - he's going to be stuck as Stark or Mr. Stark until he tells her otherwise.

"What stuff?" she asks with a laugh. "I've got my bow and quiver and, like, three changes of clothes. So basically yeah, I can move whenever."

[He glances around the bar with a tilt of his chin.]

Does every party have to have an occasion? Can't a guy just want to rent out a bar and get his friends together?

I'm a former-billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist. I am a fantastic influence.

He'd be surprisingly alright with being called Iron Man, even without the suit. It's a null point here in Asgard, but he's been here long enough to contain most of his bitterness at being deprived of his suit in any capacity. Why the gods hate AIs, Tony isn't sure.

"C'mon, even Widow has more clothing than that."

Not that he's been looking. He likes his head on his shoulders, thank you very much.

Edited 2014-03-20 22:58 (UTC)

Ooh, minus five points for completely unnecessary self pimpage. S'ok, you can earn them back.

Kate snorts softly - she's sure Widow has a lot more clothes than that, probably a few outfits for each cover identity. That's not really a fair bar to measure by.

"Hey, I just got here," she points out, folding her arms over her chest mock-defensively, "and I'm still working on the employment thing. Unless you have a burning need to fill out my wardrobe, it's going to have to wait a bit."

Oh, I wasn't aware that there were points in play.

[He grins lazily.]

I hope I'm winning this competition. But considering I don't even know the rules...

"You know, Nat actually works here. This entire drinks "after work" shindig was her idea," Tony grinned, hinting that certain employment opportunities were available. Surely Natasha wouldn't mind the company--she was all for them "working together" after all.

"Or you could see if Bruce needs assistance in whatever he calls a day job. He turned my science-enterprise-entrepreneurship idea down," He isn't bitter about that. Not at all.

"I'll talk to them," Kate says, glancing to the bar. She's never been able to figure out how Natasha feels about her in her own universe, but... this is a whole different Widow. Maybe this one won't always look at her like she's judging her and her life choices.

"Is Bruce here tonight, or is alcohol and lots of people a little too much for him?"

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.

Natasha is always judging everyone. All the time. At least that's Tony's experience with the assassin--of course, he's not exactly the poster boy for good decisions. Kate and he have that in common.

"If you can convince Bruce to come to the bar with me, I will literally kiss you," Tony retorts in way of an answer.

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?"

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?"

Kate laughs. "Yeah, I thought not. I think my powers of persuasion end at getting Clint to stop acting like an idiot sometimes, but I can give it my best shot."

"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.

"I'm not kidding about that kiss. But, I am a taken man, so it might have to be on the cheek," Tony grinned behind his glass, taking another sip of the strong liquor.

"So, have you met any of the others yet?"

"Somehow, I think I'll live with that," she answers with a faint smirk. She likes Tony and all - in her universe (when he's not trying to arrest everyone she loves) and here - but 'on the cheek' is about as close as she wants to get to him.

"I haven't, actually. Spoke to Thor on the network, but that's it. I kind of thought randomly calling strangers and announcing that I know them in a parallel universe just might freak them out a little, you know?"

This Tony actually hasn't ever tried to arrest anyone. Mostly because no one trusts him with handcuffs in his universe. It's so not fair.

"You are talking about a guy who just met his twin. Well, not genetic twin, but they're both a little too obsessed with 'honorable combat' to play a decent game of cards," Tony clearly doesn't see the problem. Then again, he is still used to everyone knowing his name as he walks in the room, so the billionaire has no problem with introducing himself to anyone who doesn't.

"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."

"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."

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Drinking with friend Tony

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Sorry sorry sorry for the late

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np i am even later!

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a million years late holy balls

So sorry. Notifs all got sent to my spambox.

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It's okay! I am the worst at tags rn.

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