Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-06-24 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: stark enterprises, z: om1: character: cassie lang, z: om1: character: pepper potts, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: location: indonesia |
Resort
Characters: The future Mrs. Happy Hogan and her brides...people? Jesus idk. Tony and Cassie.
Setting: A lovely overnight spa getaway, Bali
Content: The safe for work kind of facial.
Summary: The Man of Honour treats the girls to an indulgent day off because he's pretty sure that's what he's supposed to do.
This wasn't exactly how Tony had pictured it. Sure, it was nice, but it wasn't the indulgent, abundant luxury he had anticipated. Pepper was definitely better at this. It wasn't like it was a total loss, though, and maybe the girls appreciated the atmosphere. It was sterile and minimalistic, probably something to do with a calming influence of not too much clutter or richness to gorge yourself on, but that was an affront to Tony's whole lifestyle. Their individual little bungalows, all exactly the same and lined up next to each other, faced the flawless, raked, white sand of their private stretch of Kuta beach, closed in on one side by a strip of thick forest and a gentle hill on the other that insulated them from the noise and prying eyes of the beach around them. There were a pair of goats on the hill where the sand turned gold at the crest of it, and they stared back down at Tony on his cool tile porch before suddenly bolting, spooked by something unseen, and leaping out of sight. Maybe there was more going on elsewhere in the compound, where all the people were. There had to be people somewhere. He was promised twenty beds in some garden where nude women let strangers rub them down. How was that not rich?
The sound of the waves crashing on the shore down the beach seemed more distant than it really was, like someone had turned the volume down, and as Tony crossed the strip of sand that separated his cabin from Pepper's he could hear each barefoot step and the hems of his pants dragging in the dirt. He scattered sand onto the tiles at the front of Pepper's room and knocked gently on the door frame, trying not to disturb the cultivated atmosphere. "Settled in, Pep?" he asked through the bamboo doors, turned away from their open latticework in case he was disturbing. The beach did look nice. The water was a pale, sky blue and the waves were gentle and inviting, and if Tony stayed in this suit in the sun much longer he would be hot enough to strip down and dive in. That was the real benefit of a private beach. No well tanned goddesses in miniature bikinis, but it was almost a fair trade off. Tony pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and popped another button at his collar, hoping 'getting naked' was somewhere near the top of the to-do list. Wait, was he supposed to make the whole itinerary?