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[fe_male]

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[not_that_shady]

There are bars, and then there are nightclubs. Should he decide a more kinetic solution to the evening's boredom in a multiversal worlds he may find...

...Well, whatever she is, she's not human, but she wears it well. She's there at a table amongst the manic mood lighting and the thundering sound, swirling something dark around in a short glass with one long leg crossed over the other.

[fe_male]

He moseys over to lean next to her at the bar, watching whatever it is she's swirling around in her glass.

'Looks tasty. Can I try a sip of that?'

[not_that_shady]

Oh. Oh he's cute. Her hair slinks over her shoulder as she leans forward.

"Mmhmn, I assume you're talking about the drink." She says, rotating the glass as she holds it out. "Have you ever tasted liquid shadow before?"

Liquid... what?

"It's a specialty of my world."

[fe_male]

'Sure haven't. May I? Specialties are my specialty. In a manner of speaking. I'll buy you another.'

[not_that_shady]

"Go ahead."

She slips the glass into his hand. She'd probably been holding it for a while, but the surface still feels chilled.

The liquid itself has the volatile chill of acetone, easily the coldest thing he's ever tasted but weighs on his tongue like wine and is lovingly sweet to the taste.

"What do you think?"

[fe_male]

'Pretty fucking tasty. What's that called again?' HE'll have to remember that one.

'I said I'd buy you a drink. Whichever you want.'

[not_that_shady]

"Liquid shadow. And I would love another." She leans forward a little more against the music, the edge of her cloak sliding off her leg, a cluster of blue lines underneath glowing dully on her grey skin.

"What's your name, human?"

[fe_male]

He gestures for two of those, because hey, the first one was pretty good, so, here they are. Turning back to the new buddy, quick eyes flicking over the lines of her, the curves of her, before returning back to more appropriate areas, 'Tony Stark. And you'd be?'

[thenormalsquint]

[What a fancy shindig. It's not her first or second and probably not her last, but it is the first one Angela's shown up to under the official title of Tony Stark's date. Of course, all eyes are on him and tongues are wagging, wondering about who she is and where she came from. Angela doesn't give a damn about the gossip; there's an open free bar at this charity event and a vodka straight with her name on it.

She's nursing her second one since leaving Tony to his own devices earlier and she's starting to feel the warm effects from the alcohol as they call people to the tables for the first of many long, boring speeches and dinner.]

[fe_male]

[ Tony Stark brought a date! Oooh, ahhhh! Tony Stark does what he wants, and tonight what he wanted was a little bit of company. Yeah, sure, he's using Angela as an excuse to get out of several conversations with boring people he didn't feel like dealing with tonight, but all in all he'd like to think that she's been enjoying herself to a degree. He's aware that not everyone likes to get all dudsed up and flashy, but he does, and he thinks occasionally she does as well, maybe, and anyway, there was a free bar and that was half the reason he'd felt like going in the end anyway. Get a bunch of socialites together with alcohol and the fun would just start and build from there.

Angela had left him at some point earlier, and he's just now realizing how long it was since he last spoke with her, so he takes a moment to excuse himself from the current conversation to find her. It helps that they're actually calling people to come sit down anyway, but he had to excuse himself to make sure he didn't get sat at that table by accident, even though he knows he has an assigned seat with Angela elsewhere. People... Have done that in the past. Apparently he has some sort of seat-changing reputation. Who knew?

But he finds her, offers a grin in greeting as he sits down next to her, even though the boring part of the evening is about to start, he's pretty sure he'll be making comments to her and light-hearted, soft-spoken conversation at the table, and certainly playing with his phone in the meantime. ] Have any fun without me?

[thenormalsquint]

I always do. Why do you think I ran off without you?

[She tips her half-empty glass in his direction, indicating her beverage of choice and that combined with her social butterfly powers meant Angela was guaranteed a good time while Tony hobnobbed with the rest of the bigwigs. Granted, Angela's quite familiar with a few of them already through benefits at work or through connections with her father so chatting up a handful here and there wasn't really that difficult. Plus when you show up on Tony Stark's arm, there's always somebody who has a question or two for you.

Angela straightens up her drink, coming around to sip at it again, eyes on the current presenter on stage, an older blonde lady in a navy blue evening gown rambling on about engineers in need or something along the lines like that. Angela's already tuning her out.]

Will you honor us with a classic Stark speech tonight?

[fe_male]

[ How rude. She gets a look for that but otherwise he buries his reaction behind his glass, taking a drink from it and then setting it back down to follow Angela's glance over towards the stage. He's met her before - she's nice, a little overly sincere for his tastes in terms of conversation, a little too good at staying on topic and making sure everyone at the gathering actually feels as though they're playing a moderately sized role in things, but he's simultaneously totally willing to acknowledge that there is a necessary spot for people just like her that needs to be filled, because some people need that kind of reassurance, and he's just happy to not be one of them. He is fully aware of when he is actually helping and when he is just throwing money at a problem and hoping other people will resolve it.

So it doesn't take more than a few moments of watching, catching a few words here and there, before he turns back to the table, and to Angela. ]

I just donated the equivalent of a technical college's annual sports budget for three consecutive years solely to ensure that I wouldn't have to get up and deliver a 'classic Stark speech'. [ Because some days you feel like it, and some days you just don't. ]

[thenormalsquint]

[Isn't that everyday for him? Still, Angela shrugs and sets her glass down on the table before crossing her arms across her chest. The topic of the event isn't really piquing her interest. Sure, there's computers and technology involved, but none of it is in her area. A little in aeronautical, some in robotics, even a dabble in weapons manufacturing. This is Tony's forte, not hers. She's here to look pretty, smile nice, and talk good. But that doesn't mean Angela doesn't have a trick or two up her sleeveless dress tonight.

She pouts at him, like she's surely disappointed in not hearing a Stark speech tonight, but the smile at the corners of her mouth give her act away.]

Too bad. I like your voice. I was hoping to hear it in surround sound.

[fe_male]

[ More often than he'd like. Less often than the public image would imply. Tony Stark is the consummate extravert, but he needs an awful lot of alone time either way.

It's like there aren't even other people at the same table. They're just talking to each other, whispering side by side after he decides that sitting in his assigned seat is bullshit when he can move one seat over and be next to the person he actually came with. ]

I'll give you a private one later, if you're really itching for it. In private.

[thenormalsquint]

[The chair's empty anyway and whoever had their name on it hasn't shown their face at the table yet and probably won't for the rest of the night. Too slow, you blow. Early bird, yadda yadda yadda. Besides, it's easier for Angela to inch her foot over to Tony's ankle, toeing up the edge of his tuxedo pants leg, when he's sitting this close than when he's three more feet away.]

Don't promise things you'll get too drunk for.

[fe_male]

[ As though Tony wouldn't have made the whole table play musical chairs until they were seated in an arrangement he himself preferred the most anyway. He resolutely pretends not to notice that foot sliding up his leg, although the twitch of a smile in the corner of his mouth would indicate something else entirely. ]

I'm actually very good at speeches while completely hammered. There's graphic proof. Whatever doesn't go into making a good speech turns into sheer enthusiasm.