Re: By the Bar
His hesitation made her wonder if maybe she was overstepping. Honestly, she'd been working so long that it was hard to tell what was appropriate and what wasn't when it came to friends. She knew how to treat co-workers, clients, people who could potentially do her favors, but someone she expected absolutely nothing from? Not a clue, and it was even fuzzier after the number of martinis she'd had. Felicia smiled when he agreed, already moving at his nudge. She walked surprisingly well in the heels, if a little slowly, and in no time at all they were in the elevator.
She leaned against the far wall, her hands on the bar that wrapped around the small squared space and she turned to face him. "Where are you staying now? I don't think I asked that." He wasn't at the garage anymore and although she knew Pepper didn't like that, it really wasn't any of her business since Silver wasn't Tony. He deserved to have a life outside of all the bullshit, just like she did. They all did.