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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]
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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]
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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]
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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]
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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]
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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]
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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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