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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

"As often as you'd like," Tony answered, his eyes wandering the room as he searched for one or two of the women he tended to spend the most time with. Molly was carrying drinks closer to the pianist, and he didn't see Francine. Pity, that. She would have liked Ianto; he'd seen her melt even the most uptight of men and while Ianto did have a sense of humor that came through every so often, more often than not he was as serious as anyone Tony had ever known.

"There are better clubs in the city, but you won't find prettier, more accommodating girls." The fact that many of them were in their twenties meant little to Tony-- they were all girls. "There's the VIP lounge upstairs as well. We'll move on after a few drinks. I've always liked the piano player on this floor anyway."

He gestured to the people sitting in the booths around them. "I can't imagine why a man would ever bring his girlfriend here, but there you have it. You should have a look around, though. I can almost guarantee you any woman you want."