Tony Stark (damnironman) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-05-03 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan/wolverine, tony stark/iron man |
Dive bar, night; attn: Logan
Maybe it had been a bad idea to let Logan choose the bar. This had to be the most rundown dive Tony had ever stepped foot in, and that was saying something, as Tony had seen his fair share of dives. And though he'd tried to dress down for the occasion, in jeans and a plain t-shirt, he still attracted attention. Tony couldn't help it if he was just that pretty.
Still, he tilted his head down as he and Logan took their seats in a dark corner, seeking privacy. The stares followed him. Tony had some difficulty not starting something. Ever since this thing with the heart, he'd had to grasp the concept that he was virtually defenseless without the suit.
That, and he was Tony fucking Stark. He was going to attract attention no matter where he went. He figured it was just Logan's presence - he appeared to be a regular here - that kept anyone from approaching them. For now.
Out of restlessness, he grabbed the darts from the dartboard while they waited for their beers.
"So," he said, then stopped. He frowned, focusing on his aim, and threw a dart at the board. Missed the bullseye, but it was close enough that he smirked, and readied himself for another shot. "Remember that company I was telling you about? Sentry Industrial is the name." He missed the next shot, by a significant margin. Cursing under his breath, he turned away, just as the waitress, an older woman who looked like she bore the weight of the world on her shoulders, brought their drinks. He accepted his beer graciously, and gave her a larger tip than he should've. Hey, he liked his charitable causes, especially when he was drinking.
When she left, he took his seat, sipped his beer, and continued, "Well, it's beginning to look like they're the ones behind these mysterious disappearances of yours."