Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-07-23 00:35:00 |
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That's Entertainment
Characters: Remy Lebeau, Magnus Lehnsherr, Pietro Lehnsherr, Anna Marie, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Kurt Wagner, and a bunch of sexy NPCs.
Setting: L'isola di Ponza. Tony's party-pad.
Content: Swearing, Tony being innapropriate, a bit of violence and blood and even more explosions.
Summary: A few quick snatches of everyone getting along swimmingly, because Tony Stark throws a great party. That is, until Magneto shows up and spoils everything. As usual.
Even as the sand cooled with the sinking sun, ushering the baskers up the beach and into the privacy of their hotel rooms or the vibrancy of a late dinner, the air around the occasional home of Tony Stark remained heated with excitement. Revelers there were not ushered anywhere except maybe towards the pool or another cocktail, or out of the stuffy jackets they had arrived in and into a very Italian state of pleasant carelessness. They could go back to ruling the business world (or saving it) tomorrow.
The guest list was approached with much the same attitude, despite people in Tony's life being hired to do quite the opposite, but the nature of the party simply didn't allow for such strictness. That nature, while on the topic, could mostly be found lounging around the pool in designer bikinis with matching artfully tousled hair-dos and exhaustively natural-looking make-up; 'The new faces of Italian fashion' as it was told to Tony, 'these models are going to dominate the magazine covers and runways for the next three years.' Starting with an ambitious seven-day editorial shoot on the most charming and distinctive island of Ponza, who was Tony to deny them a spectacular celebration at the end?
"To-neee," one said, it didn't matter which one or what she said, really, just that the way her lips moved and her long leg lifted out of the water was so-- "are you going to swim with us?"
"Ah," Tony made to stand and didn't get far, one slim finger hooked between the buttons at the front of his shirt. "Left my suit on my other island, sweetheart," he lamented, smirking, liking the way she pouted and kicked her leg up again--
"Tony!" Not the soft, lilting voice that had been charming him for the past four minutes, but someone deep and boisterous who really could have given him another thirty seconds with those legs. Still, he regretfully unhooked that lovely finger from his shirt and left her to slip back into the pool to pout at some other lucky bastard. "I haven't been able to get near you all night, and I heard you're coming back to Pebble Beach! Finally! how long has it been? Seven years? Took you this long to recover, eh?"
Tony smiled brightly as the man laughed, a sound that might have carried all the way back to the mainland, and accepted his extended hand. "Oh, don't worry, I'm in it to win it this year. I've been restoring a..." he trailed off, fingers dancing in the air, eyes roaming the sky for the words he was looking for. The way the man rose his eyebrows and tucked his chin against his chest, somewhere between annoyed and condescending, and the way Tony didn't react to the look at all suggested the stutter might not have been entirely unintentional. "'31! Bentley. Beautiful thing."
"A Bentley? Tony, son, Bentley's don't win--"
"Ah, your Highness! Excuse me, sorry, I'll have to catch you later," he interrupted, turning and drifting towards another guest with an elegant hand raised for his attention.
And so it went.