Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-04-08 04:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: stark enterprises, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: emma frost |
Profuse
Characters: Emma and Tony
Setting: Petrossian, Manhattan, New York. Leisurely late breakfast hour.
Content: Goodness, these people are lewd.
Summary: In which Tony and Emma are Tony and Emma. Talking not required.
What Tony had walked into was somewhat more intimate than he was expecting, and while he relished in his chance to charm absolutely everybody in the room whenever he could, he didn't like being forced to compete for that chance. The type of person it took to be an active lobbiest for the ACLU, or otherwise, was loud and crass and found it necessary to steamroll the most gracious of even their social companions to demand their point be heard. Sharing the lone occupied table in the very enchanting but limited space of the Petrossian restaurant with 25 of these people quickly wore on Tony's nerves. Preaching to each other louder didn't make their shared point any less redundant. Tony was fairly certain one of them was feeling particularly smug because he pointedly only used gender-neutral terms, and apologized at least three times for being white before Tony excused himself. There was only so much inverted liberal political correctness he could take.
He sat at the bar then, otherwise alone but for the quiet girl who refreshed his drink and provided him with another sample of caviar as he slowly meandered through a selection, and the muffled, contained cacophony of the party drifting to him from where they were kept behind the partition. The girl would return his smiles and blush appropriately at his teasing inquiries as the time passed, but mostly they shared a comradely silence, aware without needing to say it their like feelings on the boisterousness eschewing the elegant atmosphere of Petrossian, and the unique connection one felt with a person so similarly unsuited to the morning hours. Tony couldn't say how deep this ran for the girl, but felt at times that the apologetic look she shot hm across the granite bar meant she could see through Pepper's fine work with make-up and knew he truly sat there pale, dark-eyed and overtaxed. Maybe she just knew about the incident in Madagascar; the torn wreck of his car when he thought himself still fit to drive after the bitter confusion left to weigh on him from that morning and the gin he used to cope with it. The cup lost, and Tony barely half way through the course.
The door swung open, and another of them came, forcing a bright, welcoming smile on Tony's face as they clasped hands and Tony gestured towards the back to invite him to the table, no, I'll join you in a minute, thank you, yes, it's been an interesting year. He could hear the preaching begin all over again. Mutants, sure, they had rights, but so did the people that wanted them held accountable. No, I disagree vehemently so that I might say the same thing but more emphatically and with the term 'Evolved'.
Tony sucked on his spoon of caviar and locked eyes with the girl as she returned to the bar, considering ways he might apologize to her on their behalf. Eventually, he thought, he really would return to the table, but he was happy enough there where he could hear all he needed to hear and make the vague impression of being their ally for when he would really need them to be loud and crass for his sake. Sometimes, he needed all the help he could command.