dr. jane cooper (andadoctor) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-11 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron man, watson |
Who: Anton & Jane
What: Dr. Cooper makes a house call.
Where: Aubade 102
When: Tuesday night (11/9)
Warnings: Cussing. Suggestive dialogue. Confusion. Etc!
Anton arched a brow when his assistant appeared in the bathroom doorway and announced a woman would be arriving shortly who was discreet and dealt with Creations exclusively. He asked if it was really necessary at a time like this. His assistant firmly stated yes it was.
While he waited on the mystery woman, Anton dug around in the bathroom for the butterfly style bandages. Getting used to a new apartment was usually more frustrating than fun, and tonight was no exception. He'd been trying to reorganize his work room, which had nothing on the garage at his mansion back in LA, so that his tools and equipment were arranged in a more comfortable way. Unfortunately, he had no idea the floor was freshly waxed. Anton slipped. He grabbed onto the nearest object and brought his largest tool chest crashing down on top of him, one sharp corner jammed into his chest a few inches below his collar bone.
His first order of business had been checking his arc converter for damage. Luckily, it was fine. His chest, on the other hand, had a sizable gash in it that didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. The bathroom rug was going to have to be replaced and one of his favorite t-shirts had been ruined. The toolbox and tools, however, seemed to handle the crash landing well.
Anton grimaced as he pulled a bloody wad of gauze away from his wound and examined the damage in the bathroom mirror again. This one was definitely going to scar. Maybe it would make him look more rugged after it stopped hurting like a bitch. He took a sip from the glass of scotch on the rocks he'd left on the marble counter top during his cabinet safari, hoping the damn alcohol would kick in soon and dull the pain properly.