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       #Post#: 615--------------------------------------------------
       This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: TinyGoliath Date: April 19, 2013, 6:05 pm
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       [size=10pt][center]Tony Stark is snappy, cranky, and borderline
       poor. He's also been on the missing person's list for over seven
       years.
       Steve Rogers, in comparison, is lionhearted, angel-faced, and so
       rich he barely knows what to do with all his money.
       This is not going to end well. [/center]
       #Post#: 637--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: TinyGoliath Date: April 21, 2013, 5:03 pm
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       [center]{:: T O N Y ::}
       “No.”
       Tony flips his phone into the air and catches it while Rhodey
       frowns at him. They're walking to Tony's apartment to do
       something. Tony doesn't know what yet. Maybe play Halo. But for
       all that Rhodey's shot at people, he kind of sucks at the game.
       “Tony--”
       “I'm sorry, bumpkin, but I think you're a little confused. I
       said no. N-O with a capital N, no sir, no ma'am, no way, no how,
       no--”
       “Tony, what's your problem with this?”
       Tony turns around at looks up at his friend, crossing his arms.
       “My problem is that I don't need someone to make friends for me.
       I'm perfectly capable of finding my own way around people.”
       “I didn't say that you weren't,” Rhodey frowns, and mimes Tony,
       crossing his arms as well. “C'mon, Tony, it's one person. Just
       one. You already know Bucky, he's his friend too. We just
       thought you guys would get along.”
       Tony stares at him. “Get along...” he repeats slowly, then turns
       around a starts walking swiftly again, "What does that even
       mean?”
       “It means you would be good friends!”
       “And by 'good friends', I assume you mean he would, oh, whisk me
       off my feet, sweep away all my ugly sensibilities, make me a
       better man?” There's silence from beside him, and Tony rolls his
       eyes. “For f*ck's sake, Rhodey, I don't need all this social
       rehabilitation . By tomorrow I'm a full-grown adult, you think I
       can't take care of myself?”
       “I know you can't,” Rhodey snaps pointedly, “Look, I just wanna
       get you out of this. If you keep up what you're doing now you're
       going to get in trouble eventually. Do you really want to end up
       in jail?”
       “I'm not going to get caught, I steal from monkeys.”
       “Rich monkeys, who can hire smarter monkeys.”
       “Rhodey.”
       “Tony.”
       They reach the apartment building and enter the lobby – Tony
       waves his fingers at Coulson, who's eyes flicker toward him
       before moving back down to his magazine. Ah, the simple life of
       a doorman. Once they're inside the rickety elevator, Tony speaks
       again. “Who is this guy, anyways? You've gone on and on about
       meeting him and I don't know a thing about him.”
       “He's... uh, tall. Big, and tall. Blonde. Blue eyes.”
       “While that sounds delicious, I'm pretty sure you just described
       Thor, and I already know Thor. He's lived here for like a
       thousand years. And as much as I like the guy, I really doubt
       he's going to change me for the better. If you step inside that
       apartment the fumes will send you to another planet, I swear. I
       think he calls it Asgard.”
       “It's not Thor.”
       “And I'm not in the mood for guessing games.”
       The elevator comes to a halt and Tony opens the iron gate,
       taking out the key to the apartment while Rhodey frowns
       continuously.
       “Just meet him, Tony. You'll like him.”
       “As convincing as this argument has been, I think I'll still
       have to decline. Sorry, puddin' pop.”
       Rhodey sighs heavily, grumbling something about stubbornness,
       and Tony smirks as he forces the door open. He turns around as
       he steps inside the dingy room, motioning toward the sad, sad
       excuse for a television in the corner. “Look, are we shooting
       things or not?” he demands, raising an eyebrow.
       Rhodey stares at him, hard, not even the ghost of a smile
       crossing his face; then he sighs again, shaking his head, and
       closes the door as he enters. “You don't have to make it so
       difficult, Tony. You can follow the crowd in some cases.”
       That's most definitely not a comment about meeting a stranger.
       “Interesting theory,” Tony replies cheerfully, “But following's
       not really my style.”
       Thirty seconds later, Rhodey looks like he's forgotten about the
       whole thing, his face folded into one of intense concentration,
       while Tony proves once and for all that no one can play Halo as
       bad as his best friend.[/center]
       #Post#: 640--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: MagicNightStar Date: April 21, 2013, 5:58 pm
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       [center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
       [center]"I'm busy."
       Steve stares at his laptop screen, almost viciously glaring at
       the blinking insertion point. Bucky groans behind him, leaning
       against the chair Steve's sitting in, peering over his shoulder.
       Steve already knows what Bucky's going to say next.
       "Yeah, busy. Come on, Steve, you've been working on the sequel
       for more than a week and you still have yet to even name chapter
       one."
       "How about Living in constant annoyance?"
       "Sounds great!"
       "Bucky...."
       "Steve...."
       Steve sighs and spins his chair around, almost making Bucky
       stumble over on accident. "I don't understand why this is so
       important to you. I see Rhodey a lot, and you hang out with him
       all the time. Why do I suddenly need to meet this friend of his?
       He isn't a fan, is he?"
       Bucky shrugs, looking like he wasn't very amused. "I don't even
       know if Tony has read your book or seen the movie, man." He
       leans closer, getting eye-level with Steve. "But come on, why
       does it matter whether or not he's a fan? It's going to be the
       guy's birthday, and Rhodey and I would think it peachy if you
       could join us for a few drinks."
       Steve leans back in his chair, considering Bucky's offer again.
       Drinks with his friends Bucky and Rhodey and some guy Steve had
       never met? Besides, he really was busy. "I have an interview
       later, you know."
       "Reschedule."
       "Bucky, I've already rescheduled with these people twice."
       "Well do it again, this is important."
       "You always say that," Steve argues, eyes narrowing, crossing
       his arms. He hates rescheduling. Sure, he also hates interviews,
       but it's not like he could dodge each and every one they offer
       to him. He has fans to please and things to do and Bucky never
       really got this.
       "And I always mean it." Bucky says in his defense, staring at
       Steve evenly, not even blinking.
       Oh no, here we go again with the whole 'endless stare' thing
       Bucky did. It was like his version of a temper tantrum. "I'm not
       going, Bucky, you're just going to have to deal with this guy
       yourself."
       Bucky groans in agitation, running a frustrated hand through his
       hair. "Okay, lemme clear a few things up for you."
       Oh god.
       "First, I hardly ever see you anymore with all this stuff you've
       been doing."
       "Bucky, we've been over this, I have to keep m--"
       "Second," Bucky went on, ignoring Steve, "this isn't just a guy,
       he's Tony Stark and he's awesome, smart, funny, and sexy as
       hell."
       "If you're trying to tie me into another relationship, you can
       just forget it. Besides, you know I'm strai--"
       "Last, but not least, it's Tony's goddamn birthday, and he's a
       good friend of Rhodey's who is a good friend of mine who is a
       good friend of yours."
       Steve leans his head back against the head of the chair, closing
       his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bucky, for
       Christ's sake, I'm busy!" he tries again, opening his eyes and
       lifting his head back up to see Bucky with the puppy dog eyes
       on. Oh sh*t.
       "Caaap! C'on, man, this means sooo much to me and Rhodey!"
       "Rhodey and I," Steve corrects, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.
       He knows Bucky hates it when he does that. However, Steve also
       hates it when Bucky uses his pitiful voice and sad eyes, because
       he can't help but say, "And damn you to hell because I'm going
       to reschedule that interview."
       That seems to put Bucky's mind at ease, for next thing he knows
       he's asking Steve if he wants a sandwich. Has he always been
       such a pushover? Oh well, he'd do anything for his closest
       friend.[/center]
       #Post#: 643--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: TinyGoliath Date: April 21, 2013, 8:37 pm
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       [center]{:: T O N Y ::}
       May 29th
       Before one begins to think that hitting up the nearest
       hole-in-the-wall bar is something Tony usually does on his
       birthdays-- it's not. This is a one time thing, a "Rhodey showed
       up at five AM and wouldn't stop knocking until I got up and
       opened the door", a "super annoying insistent bother of a
       friend', a 'I hate you so goddamn much give me the damn
       coffeepot, Rhodey' kind of thing. If Tony could have stayed in
       bed all day, he would have. Birthdays aren't really a big deal.
       Hooray, a thousand different people were born on the same day!
       Lets celebrate this one, because they'll make a whole lot more
       impact on the world than anyone else! No, Tony's not buying
       that.
       So let it be known that it is not his choice, it is against his
       will that he's at the smallest bar he's been in for three years,
       watching condensation drip down the sides of his glass while the
       game plays on overhead. Rhodey's making comments about the
       players and cursing profusely when the opposing side gets a
       touchdown, but Tony's barely listening to him -- he people
       watches, mostly, eyeing their barista a little more than is
       appropriate. Rhodey cheers with a couple of other guys that have
       taken it upon themselves to watch the game, and that's when Tony
       lifts his head, gaze sharp.
       "What?" Rhodey shrugs, downing the last of his beer. Tony grins
       at him, drinking the last of his, too. They call for two more,
       and the barista, a pretty, dark-haired young woman with a very
       ample chest, fills them up again with a charming smile.
       "What was her name, Darla?" Tony asks, trying to peek a glance
       at her name tag again.
       "Darcy," Rhodey corrects him, and then gets that look about him.
       "Oh, no, Tony, you are not going to sleep with her. Not
       tonight."
       "Does that give me permission to sleep him her any other night?"
       "Tony, it's your birthday--"
       "As you haven't let me forget, pointless as it is--"
       "And you're not going to spend your time with a girl you barely
       know on the one night that should at least be a little special."
       "And yet isn't." Rhodey gives him an exasperated look, and Tony
       shrugs. "What?! I'm just not big on celebrations! Never have
       been, you know that."
       "What are we supposed to be celebrating, anyways?" The barista
       is back, leaning against the counter and grinning, eyeing Tony.
       Rhodey is shooting daggers with his eyes, but Tony grins his
       best grin and leans forward.
       "S'my birthday. And, you know, not big on presents, buuut I
       could make an exception." He winks at her at the same time she
       rolls her eyes.
       "Annnd your a cheeseball. Great. Nice try, buddy. You're lucky
       you're cute. Next drink's on me, but uh, just the drink."
       "So goes the ways of the wicked," Rhodey grins as she walks off,
       leaving Tony looks slightly crestfallen.
       "At least I get a free drink?" he says, slightly miserable. Man,
       she was hot. Maybe also a little bit of a b*tch. But it would've
       been worth it.[/center]
       #Post#: 646--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: MagicNightStar Date: April 21, 2013, 9:32 pm
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       [center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
       [center]Let's get one thing clear. Steve is not a drinker. If
       anything, he only goes to  escape the fangirls and such. If
       anything, he might get one beer, but that's it. He's the
       designated driver, and the proud designated driver. He only got
       drunk on the worst of days. Last time he got drunk was when he
       and Peggy broke up, and it had not been pretty. Bucky had been
       scarred that his stomach might have needed pumping. But
       everything was alright now. Kind of.
       Anyhow, the point is, Steve didn't go to bars that much if at
       all, but there he was, walking with Bucky to a small bar that
       wasn't their usual one. He still had yet to figure out why he
       was still doing this. As it turns out, he had to reschedule two
       interviews, and that never sits well with Steve. Ever. He needed
       to go home, get cracking on his squeal. Seriously, he had no
       idea where to start.
       "You're doing it again, Steve," Bucky says with exasperation in
       his voice.
       Steve looks at him, confused. "Doing what again?"
       "That thing you do when you feel like you've been dragged into
       something and can't stop focusing on other things."
       "I do something like that?" Steve asks even though he's now
       quite aware of what Bucky's referring too. When he's going
       through what Bucky had just described, he starts to stare at one
       thing for a very long time and then twiddle his thumbs. It was a
       habit he was unaware of, really.
       Bucky rolls his eyes, but smiles fondly, slowly down as they
       approached the bar they were going to. "I hope we're not too
       late," he mumbles, opening the door for Steve.
       Steve laughs, shaking his head. "Since when are you so worried
       about being late?" Really, if there was one person that never
       minds being late, it was Bucky. Steve had a whole list of was to
       prove it, but now wasn't the time for that. Instead, he walks
       through the door, looking behind him and waiting for Bucky.
       "Like I said this morning, Tony's a cool guy. I hate being late
       when cool guys are involved."
       Ah, right, that is one time when Bucky's never late -- when he
       has a date with a "hottie".
       Steve scans the bar, taking in his surroundings until he spots
       Rhodey sitting at a booth with an unfamiliar guy sitting across
       from him that must be Tony. He had to admit, for a guy, he
       wasn't sore on the eyes. Of course, Steve is as straight as an
       arrow, so he wasn't attracted to him or anything. Bucky,
       however, was thinking differently, for he was giving Steve a
       smirk and elbowing him in the ribs.
       Steve rolls his eyes again before straightening out his his navy
       blue suit. Yeah, he'd probably dressed a bit fancy, but Bucky
       was wearing a nice dress shirt and... um... and okay pair of
       jeans. So what if Steve had decided to wear a white dress shirt
       with a black tie and a navy blue suit? Hey, there was some other
       guy wearing a suit in here too, and-- Oh yeah, that's right, no
       one probably cared that he was wearing a suit because they
       probably already knew who he was. Damnit. Bucky was going to pay
       for this later. He could have been getting so much work done.
       "Ya gonna sit down sometime, Cap?" Bucky's voice rings out
       behind him, chuckling.
       Steve sighs and nods, approaching the table that Rhodey and Tony
       were sitting at. He makes a move to sit next to Rhodey, but
       Bucky had already seen the move coming, and he slides in before
       Steve even had a chance. Damnit it all to hell.
       "Good evening, Rhodey, Tony," Steve greets politely, sliding
       into the booth's seat next to Tony very gracefully even though
       he felt all awkward inside. He sticks out his hand to Tony,
       offering him a friendly smile. "I'm Steve Rogers, it's very nice
       to meet you, and, uh, happy birthday," he goes on, trying to be
       polite as he could even if it did feel like his stomach was
       doing back flips. Okay, perhaps he would need a beer
       today.[/center]
       #Post#: 648--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: TinyGoliath Date: April 21, 2013, 9:57 pm
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       [center]{:: T O N Y ::}
       The door jingles a little as somebody else comes in -- Tony pays
       no mind to it, though he suspects he would've, if he had known
       who was coming through the doors. He's too busy trying to
       convince Rhodey to lend him some money -- and, yes, alright, he
       could get it for himself, that's true, but he doesn't get
       greedy. That's the number one rule, when it comes to cash
       affairs, you get greedy and you get stupid and long story short,
       you get caught. Tony's a smart man, a lot smarter than people
       give him credit for.
       "Look, I'm not saying I want a lot, but if I could get you to
       cover this month's pay then there is plenty of money left over
       to go searching for a Nintendo 64, and don't pretend you aren't
       struck by nostalgia when you hear that name."
       "I'm telling you no, Tony."
       Tony rolls his eyes and groans, taking a lot drink. In the
       middle of it, however, there is movement in the corner of his
       eye, the outline of a face, a pair of strikingly familiar blue
       eyes, and then Tony's choking, slamming his drink down hard
       enough that a bit spills out from the half-empty glass, grabbing
       for a napkin so he can cough into his hand, shoulders shaking.
       He draws back breathing heavily, and stares at the man next to
       him, eyes flickering between his hand and his face. "I know who
       you are." he says, wide-eyed, because there's basically a
       celebrity sitting next to him, and he adds, "F*ck," for effect.
       Then he grins, sudden and brilliant, and laughs, perhaps a bit
       maniacally. "Steve Rogers," he chokes out, shaking his head.
       "Rhodey, you son of a b*tch, you know Steve f*cking Rogers?!"
       Steve Rogers is a wholesome, all-American ball of good looks and
       classic charm, a multimillionaire with an ever-growing fortune
       that he's made off his book and, more recently, movie deal. It's
       the kind of stuff you would read in fiction novels, saving whole
       towns and flipping the war to his own advantage, but it's a
       biography, and a damn impressive one at that. Steve became known
       to the world about four years ago, and his face has been a lot
       of places since. And Rhodey knows him.
       "Sorry about him," Rhodey frowns, "He gets kind of hysterical
       sometimes. Be assured, it's a compliment."[/center]
       #Post#: 649--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: MagicNightStar Date: April 22, 2013, 6:15 am
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       [center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
       [center]Steve's eyes remain on Tony as he drinks his drink and
       starts to choke. Oh dead god, he knows who he is, doesn't he? Of
       course he does, he's choking. He's about to offer the man some
       help, but Tony grabs a napkin and finishes his choking and
       coughing. Bucky's practically having a laughing fit from across
       the table, and Steve shoots him a dirty look, telling him with
       his eyes that it wasn't nice to laugh while other choked, and he
       was going to pay for this once they get back home.
       "I know who you are," says Tony, and Steve's thinking oh yeah,
       great, of course you do. It sort of was tiresome to try to meet
       people who already know a great deal about you because you wrote
       a biography. That's another thing Bucky needs to pay for;
       encouraging Steve to write a biography on the war in Libya.
       Steve had went along with the idea, thinking no one would read a
       biography these days. Little had he know that his book would
       become the number one best-seller for four years straight and
       then have a movie made out of it once he finally thought
       everyone was forgetting about him.
       Steve's zones back into the conversation right as Tony curses,
       raising an eyebrow at the man. But the list doesn't end there,
       oh no, Tony continued, cursing some more. It's not like Steve
       had anything against cursing, though, he did it more than he
       likes to admit, but he never imagined cursing making a good
       first impression. Rhodey, however, quickly reassures him the
       Tony's words are nothing but praise.
       "I'm flattered," Steve replies with a smile., looking at his
       still-extended hand and deciding to just reach out about two
       inches and take Tony's hand himself, giving it a nice, firm
       shake. Tony's hand is small, small enough in his large one to
       where he could just crush it if he wanted to. He didn't want to.
       He'd much rather crush his own hand and have an excuse to leave.
       Steve lets go of Tony's hand after two seconds and turns to look
       at Bucky, but upon making eye contact, Bucky turns to Rhodey and
       strikes up a conversation with him about a hot girl he saw on
       the way down here. Not helping, Bucky... he thinks, sighing
       quietly through his nose before he turns back to Tony. He
       notices he empty glass of drink and grins. "How about I buy you
       a drink?" he offers, thinking, hey, it's this guy's birthday,
       and I have nothing better to spend my money on, might as well
       buy him a drink.. "What would you like?" he asks, getting ready
       to wave down a waitress for their orders.[/center]
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       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: TinyGoliath Date: April 22, 2013, 3:04 pm
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       [center]{:: T O N Y ::}
       Tony is still laughing by the time Steve says "I'm flattered,
       his face hidden by one hand. Then he feels a warm envelope his
       other one and realizes quickly that, oh, that's Rogers' hand.
       Steve Rogers is touching him. Steve Rogers is shaking his hand.
       Tony quiets, peeking at the man. If you had told him that
       running away from his alcoholic dad would end up with him
       shaking a celebrity's hand, he would've jumped at the offer. Of
       course, he would've jumped at any offer, really. There wasn't a
       whole lot of reason to stay where he had been. But this has made
       it all worth it, probably.
       Rogers' hand is big, folding over Tony's easily, and he realizes
       with a crippling amount of something like humbleness that the
       man could probably crush him. He's built like an ox, easily six
       feet, and those eyes. Tony realizes he's staring, and tries to
       look away, but then the man before him grins and offers him a
       drink. Tony blinks, slowly, then glances at his glass, that's
       already been filled twice. Alright, so, Steve Rogers has come
       into the bar, sat down next to him, shaken his hand, and then
       offered to buy him a drink. Wow. Wow. Is this the real life?
       (Or is this just fantasy? his mind finishes for him, but he
       really doesn't need any Queen songs stuck in his head so) Tony
       grins.
       "Uh, just a beer, thanks," he says, his smile bright and beaming
       and, okay, yeah, maybe this is a pretty good birthday. "Thank
       you," he repeats, and laughs. Jeez, the picture at the back of
       the book really doesn't do this guy justice, and, yeah, Tony's
       gonna do something drunk and stupid tonight, he already knows he
       is and he doesn't really care that much. He's kind of
       star-struck by the fact that some internationally famous dude
       just waltzed right up to him, so, actually, it's Steve's fault,
       yup. [/center]
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       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: MagicNightStar Date: April 22, 2013, 5:37 pm
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       [center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
       [center]Steve smiles when Tony requests a beer, noting the
       magnificent smile on the other's face. Wow, he had some nice
       teeth, and just an overall nice smile. His laugh wasn't half-bad
       either. Hey, maybe this guy was pretty cool. Looked like Bucky's
       proved him wrong again... a**hole. Then again, that was being
       said jokingly, because believe it or not, Steve really does need
       more friends. He has Bucky, Rhodey, Clint, and his girlfriend is
       alright, but, you know, having more friends never really hurt
       anyone.
       Steve realizes that the whole time he had been thinking about
       friends, he's been staring at Tony. Right, he should probably
       get that beer now. Well, two beers, actually. Steve normally
       prefers an appletini, but Bucky had requested politely on many
       occasions that Steve refrains himself from getting any sort of
       fruity drink around him. Like he was the one that had the right
       to be talking about "fruity". Oh s*it, he's still staring at
       Tony and smiling, he really needs to stop being so weird like
       this and socially awkward, I mean, he's famous for crying out
       loud, not a Hobbit.
       "No problem," Steve says before he looks away from Tony and
       flags down a waitress with long blonde hair by the name of
       Ashley to serve them. "Uh, yes, I'd like two beers, please," he
       asks nicely, smiling at the beautiful woman. Don't start
       thinking wrongly, though, Steve would probably never hit on a
       waitress in some hole-in-the-wall bar that he's probably never
       going to see again. No sir, he was not that type of guy.
       Relationships was his thing, one night stands were not.
       "Coming right up," Ashley giggles, giving Steve a wave and a
       wink before turning around and walking towards the bar.
       About the seconds pass before she's back, sliding Steve the two
       beers and winking at him again. Steve just smiles politely again
       and thanks her. He slides Tony his beer, taking a small sip of
       his own. "So tell me, Stark, what do you do for a living?" he
       asks, making small talk. The only problem about small talk with
       other people, though, was the fact that they most likely already
       knew what Steve does for a living, and he knew Tony already
       knew. This wasn't going to be easy. How did Bucky talk him into
       doing this again?[/center]
       #Post#: 657--------------------------------------------------
       Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
       By: TinyGoliath Date: April 22, 2013, 8:02 pm
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       [center]{:: T O N Y ::}
       Steve seems to be staring and smiling a lot, which is a good
       thing, Tony thinks, yeah, this even is probably going to go very
       well by how this guy's acting already. There finally comes a
       time where Steve looks away to order drinks, and while that's a
       bit of a shame, Tony looks on appreciative as a pretty blonde
       woman comes to take their orders. She's only got eyes for
       Rogers, of course, because he's, well, you know, but Tony
       doesn't even mind, because he's pretty sure that Steve is maybe
       possibly flirting with him, and birthdays are suddenly so much
       better if he's getting laid tonight. God bless Rhodey, honestly.
       Steve Rogers.
       In a few moments their drinks are delivered to the table, and
       Tony watches the movement of Steve's throat as he swallows. Tony
       licks his lips, then takes a drink of his own beer, listening as
       Steve asks what he does for a living. Oh, boy. It's not like
       Tony hasn't heard that question asked before though, and he's
       long since come up with a simple half-truth to answer it.
       "Banking," he replies coolly as he sets his glass down. He rest
       his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand, leaning toward
       the man next to him a bit. Steve smells good, like soap and
       maybe a little cologne. Tony looks up to his eyes and smiles
       again. "Taking out loans for people, and stuff. That waitress,
       by the way. She was hot, yeah?" Okay, that's actually very
       off-subject and Tony doesn't care about the waitress at all,
       he's kind of, well, testing Steve, because he's not a hundred
       percent sure -- good 'ole plublicity had taught him that Rogers
       had a girlfriend a while back, but they haven't been seen
       together a while and from the way he's acting tonight Tony has a
       sneaking suspicion that he leans either way, which is just
       fabulous for him, really.[/center]
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