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Like clockwork, Tony automatically took hold of the offered glass from Pepper. If it came from her, he trusted it wasn't going to contain a subpoena or be laced with deadly poison. Pepper was careful to screen everything that he came in contact with.
In other news, he had boats but hadn't been on them since his twenties? He probably got them while he was still dealing with the aftermath of his parents dying, after he was named CEO. No wonder he couldn't remember. That must have been when he was sauced up for a year straight. Since Obadiah was taking care of everything, so it's not like he had to worry about stuff. Just create more efficient ways to kill innocent people and mouth off during board meetings...so he didn't have to go to board meetings anymore. Or 'bored meetings' as he used to describe them in e-mails and post-it notes.
Since there was no mention of him crashing a boat in Miami, Naples, or Morocco, he was going to chalk it up as a not so great time had by himself and that he was the best skipper ever.
"Whatever. Rhodey's wearing the dress. I've got a nice ass, but it's not a Vera Wang wedding dress type of ass." He took a sip and looked everywhere but at her, which was a good indicator that he was feeling edgy. "We should've done it already. Like...a year ago. Or ten years ago."
He coughed, but it was to change the subject. Not to clear his throat.
"It's a nice party, Pep. I'd hire you as a party planner." He took another sip of champagne and then busted out the most disarming smile in his arsenal. "Hey! I kinda did. Remember that time I called you at insane o'clock in the morning, to get the house in Dubai ready?"