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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.
...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.
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."
"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."
"You're already talking back? Anthony, Anthony. There you go forgetting something else again." Angela's expression turns wicked, mischievous in every single way, because damn yes she does feel that. She finds her way along Tony's chest to tweak a nipple between two fingertips. "I agree, Loki. I have a few ideas, but don't let me stop you from giving suggestions. I'm open to everything and anything."
And more. Fuck boundaries.
And more. Fuck boundaries.
"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?"
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?"
"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?"
"What's your name, human?"
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?'
"Midna." She doesn't seem to mind the private tour his eyes are taking. "Princess Midna."
"Mhm, oh stoppit." She chuckles, waving away the mock-bow.
"To make a very long story very short, I was exiled. And I'm still finding my way back, although I'd found it's nice to stop and admire the scenery from time to time."
[She doesn't mean the laser-soaked nightclub, either.]
"To make a very long story very short, I was exiled. And I'm still finding my way back, although I'd found it's nice to stop and admire the scenery from time to time."
[She doesn't mean the laser-soaked nightclub, either.]
Oh... looking a lot better now.
[She's not even attempting to hide the approving scan of her eyes as the fresh pair of drinks arrive.]
What about you? See anything you like here, Tony?
[She's not even attempting to hide the approving scan of her eyes as the fresh pair of drinks arrive.]
What about you? See anything you like here, Tony?
I like the exploring type. [She sips her drink.] Would you care for a dance before you begin any investigations?
[She follows with a small eep of surprise, leaning back long though to take one last long drink. Okay, now is fine. Now is great, even!]
[The dance floor is a color-soaked wasteland. Tony may or may not be able to dance... but Midna can. After a few moments of awkward shuffling the beat starts to take over, and those hips start to move...]
[The dance floor is a color-soaked wasteland. Tony may or may not be able to dance... but Midna can. After a few moments of awkward shuffling the beat starts to take over, and those hips start to move...]
[ Hey it was your suggestion. He doesn't move quickly at least, until she starts coming with him.
And hey excuse you Tony can totally dance how do you think he got so popular. Totally all his dancing skills. That doesn't mean he doesn't full appreciate her own skills though, staying close enough to her when the rhythm allows it to feel the heat coming off her skin. ]
And hey excuse you Tony can totally dance how do you think he got so popular. Totally all his dancing skills. That doesn't mean he doesn't full appreciate her own skills though, staying close enough to her when the rhythm allows it to feel the heat coming off her skin. ]
[...the heat coming off her skin, you say?]
[With the steps with the beat, the sweeps of her arms and the occasional spin, it's obvious her idea of dance goes beyond the simple club-shuffle; at one point she twirls into his arms to put him in a spin, long red hair curving around them both from the motion. Presently he'll notice that even after all that dancing her skin instead has a pleasing, vibrant chill about it, like she'd just slithered out of a swimming pool on a hot summer day.]
[With the steps with the beat, the sweeps of her arms and the occasional spin, it's obvious her idea of dance goes beyond the simple club-shuffle; at one point she twirls into his arms to put him in a spin, long red hair curving around them both from the motion. Presently he'll notice that even after all that dancing her skin instead has a pleasing, vibrant chill about it, like she'd just slithered out of a swimming pool on a hot summer day.]
[ Okay, the heat he would have expected to be coming off her skin, that's fine too. Same thing. Right?
He notices pretty quickly, if for no other reason than that he's expecting one thing and receiving something that's effectively the opposite, even as nice as it is right now. ] Are you cold? [ Pleasing though the cool aspect is, it isn't really all that helpful if she's uncomfortable at all. ]
He notices pretty quickly, if for no other reason than that he's expecting one thing and receiving something that's effectively the opposite, even as nice as it is right now. ] Are you cold? [ Pleasing though the cool aspect is, it isn't really all that helpful if she's uncomfortable at all. ]
Hm? Oh, no. [She realizes what he means by that--the topic's come up before--and tosses her hair out of the way while still in his arms.] It's normal for me. My world is dim and cool compared to yours...
[She leans in, lips close to his.] So as far as I'm concerned, you're the one who's hot.
[She leans in, lips close to his.] So as far as I'm concerned, you're the one who's hot.
[ Well, hey then. Consider his qualms salved. ] You don't really need to be concerned about that, I think. Most people consider it a good thing. [ If she's gonna be that close anyway, he might as well lean in and test the temperature differential properly. Lips are so sensitive and good for things like that. ]
[Her chill is electrifying, and his heat is delightfully searing. Even past the thumping music he can hear her gasp against his lips, and she takes up the kiss with savoring slowness.]
[ It really is, it's a lot to handle, on a sensate level of things, and with the dancing, and the music, the atmosphere - it's really easy to get lost in it very quickly. She goes slow, that's fine. He'll just slowly slide the tip of his tongue across her lip, both exploring and a question in itself. ]
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