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[Oct. 28th, 2008|21:51 ] |
Technically, it's Greyden's second Halloween, but she was only two months old for the last one, which meant that Daddy ate most of the candy. (Because, of course she went trick-or-treating that year.)
This year, she is dressed as a little doctor (wouldn't Daddy be proud *g*) and ready for really trick-or-treating.
Her mother is a 'rock star', though Alex wasn't exactly sure how to dress for that. She's got big, teased hair and clothing that seriously fell out of the 1980's, but she's okay with that. Her number one Halloween wish was to not be a freakin' French maid - again. |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|22:25 ] |
It's rare these days when Tony Stark can go anywhere without an entourage. In addition to the unwanted attention that having disgustingly high piles of cash will bring you, his handlers -- and that's how he referred to them, as "handlers" -- had stepped up his personal guard in the wake of the whole "kidnapping fiasco", meaning that not only was he traveling around with a driver and a secretary, but with four hundred extra pounds of man muscle on either side of him. It'd be flattering if it wasn't so damn annoying.
"Seriously, guys, do you have to follow so close? I feel like my -- my personal bubble's being invaded." He produces a generic waving motion, clearing a good foot and a half between himself and the hired help. "Usually when you follow that close I end up having to pay for drinks. Just -- take a smoke break already, will you? Here, Cubans. Go get yourself some Cuban cigars on me, okay?" He pushed a neat row of bills into the lobster claw of the nearest bodyguard.
"Mister Tony, your partner was pretty clear that we were to stay --"
Tony cuts him off. "Who, Obie? Not my partner. Nice sentiment, but we're not sharing a bathrobe and until we do --" he stops on the threshold of the bar and leans toward the doorway, checking the scene inside "-- tell you what." He descends a few steps onto the gritty street and hands each man another hundred dollar bill. "Go get yourself something better to tail for a while, okay? 'Got an invisible drink burning a hole in my stomach."
"Thank you, Mister Tony."
"Yeah, yeah, everybody's thankful. Get out of here, y'apes. You make me nervous."
With his attache dispatched, Tony Stark pinches the center of his file-neat tie and steps into the bar, ready for a little unscripted action. |
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| First Birthday - |
[Aug. 31st, 2008|12:24 ] |
Greyden is one year old today (today being 17 August*) and she's having a party. There are a few streamers on the walls and ceiling in one corner of the bar near the front, some balloons and one table has plates and party hats. There's a cake - marble, since that's what Alex thought would appeal to the largest number of people - and even ice cream.
Later there might be singing and maybe a game or two.
Everyone's invited, so stop by and wish the little girl a happy birthday.
* vaguely back-dated due to prior commitments, etc. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|23:42 ] |
Michael is watching. He's watching to make sure a small child who wants to be toddling doesn't not-toddle too close to where he's sitting. He doesn't mind the child as long as she maintains a respectable distance. In this case, that means, anywhere Michael can't safely step over or around her.
The girl in question is blonde, like her mother, with sharp blue eyes that see everything (that's like her father) and she's cruising along on all fours like she's trying out for the Indy 500. This is almost a frightening concept for someone who doesn't much like or get along with children.
Thankfully, her mother is nearby, keeping a close eye on her.
Unfortunately, the blind bartender is snickering under his breath where he thinks Michael can't hear him. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|11:12 ] |
Alex has taken Greyden outside to play in the lake. The sun is shining, the water is warm and Greyden's facing this new experience with a little trepidation. She keeps scooting her feet out to touch the water, kicking them a little, then snatching them back out, as though she's not quite sure what it is the water (or she) is supposed to do. For the time being, Alex is letting her experiment. |
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| Multi-pup post |
[May. 12th, 2008|19:34 ] |
Alex is sitting at a table with a newspaper crossword and a glass of water. On the floor at her feet is a small bundle of little girl desperately attempting to move along the floor on all fours.
Across the table from her is a tired, dark-haired man who frequently goes by the name of Michael. He's not doing much beyond responding with answers to crossword clues when Alex reads them aloud.
Not too far from them is a grouchy-looking man with long sideburns and tufty hair. He's got a beer in one hand and he's rolling a cigar between the fingers of the other. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2008|12:29 ] |
The weather outside seems warm and sunny and Alex is tired of being pent up inside the bar. So, today, she and Greyden are going for a walk by the lake. Greyden is obviously not actually doing any walking at just six months old, but she's enjoying the fresh air and the outdoors. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|15:59 ] |
Alex is sitting at one of the tables. She's noticed the differences, but hasn't paid them much attention, finding herself rather occupied with the little girl who is currently attempting to make herself mobile on a blanket on the floor.
While she's reading a newspaper, Alex is keeping close watch over her daughter. Not that she's expecting her to go far if she does move. |
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