Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-11-03 00:33:00 |
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Gambol
Characters: Tony and his Nick's his Avengers, and anyone who wants to come along for the ride.
Setting: Las Vegas, indefinitely.
Content: Explicit hetero touching. Cute shoes.
Summary: After zombies, undercover missions, and a bunch of nosey kids, the Avengers really deserve a break. Luckily, Tony owns some prime real estate on the Strip.
It was just Tony's nature that inspired him to dutifully oversee the details; play the executive and ensure the machine was running smoothly. Sure, he hired stadiums of people to do just that, all very capable and qualified, but it was his name that was on the final product so Tony like to make sure it was a worthy one. Even when he was supposed to be taking a couple days off. He just got antsy.
"I was thinking a little more...Ford has this great cinnamon chip, it's got-- yeah, this one, check that out." In the breakfast lounge of the Stark Hotel and Casino, the owner sat amongst a few choice entertainment experts and anyone who happened to walk in that he thought he might like to befriend for a few hours. Scattered across the table; croissants, coffee and a selection of teas, getting crumbs and smudges all over Pantone portfolios, fabric swatches and in laptop keyboards. Nobody particularly minded; that could have been Tony's enthusiasm or the Bailey's in the coffee, but everyone had a good idea for the unveiling on Thursday and no one had any complaints about the breakfast. Not even the guy who had just come in to find a Tokyo newspaper who looked a lot like he had spent the night on the casino floor. Tony tapped at his laptop and the whole party leaned over to get a good view over his shoulder or the edge of the screen, and collectively they hummed in thought, then whole new colour schemes came out of bags and hors d'oeuvres selections suggested.
Outside, a bright hot, achingly dry day was well underway and only getting hotter, the sun glinting off of the windows and dulling the ever-flashing lights of the Las Vegas Strip. There was no siesta here, though; just the next table or cute new face to try your luck, maybe a dip in the pool to cool off before hitting the hot tub, a city of an ever-changing, never-the-same populous surrounded by a whole, wide desert to get lost in. High above it, behind thick glass and in chilled air, it was only by chance that Tony checked his watch. His guests should have been checked in by now. Perhaps it was about time to extend his hospitality.