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Tweak says, "Binky winky pants."

Claire Voyant (hellonheels_) wrote in timerift_log,
@ 2022-03-15 16:40:00

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mcu: tony stark, ₴ inactive: claire voyant

Who: Claire Voyant & (Open)
What: A little night drinking
When: Just after sundown
Where: Dragon's Breath Pub
Warnings: TBD

Roaming Cardiff by night had become a new habit. Every time midnight hit, she expected to hear the voice of The One She Served sending her off to collect a soul but it never came. He had been quicker at finding her after she'd reawoken after being frozen. That emptiness that was supposed to be her freedom kept filling with dread instead. It was weighing her down, drowning her.

At first, she had hidden away in her bedroom away from the man she was apparently dormed with. She had barricaded the door besides locking it, her paranoia playing on the bubbling dread. Then she had started going out and breathing the sea-side air of Cardiff had helped. She had left at one point to visit some local ruins on an island, cloaked in darkness and the black uniform she'd arrived in so no one had noticed her (as far as she knew). It had been a nice, quiet adventure.

Now, she was settled on a seat at the Dragon's Breath pub with a lovely plate of braised rabbit and some vegetables and a Bee's Knees cocktail (which she'd had to explain to the bartender but that was alright with her). The place was... too bright. Enough that she'd kept her sunglasses on despite the time. It was giving her a headache and she pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.

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cutsthewire
2022-03-24 01:11 am UTC (link)

It had not taken Tony long to revert to old habits. Not that he had ever really forfeited his night owl tendencies after taking up fatherhood. But midnight glasses of water or juice pops were now things of the past, and as usual, Tony needed something to fill the void. Tonight it was scotch. Fortunately for Tony, the proprietors of the Dragon's Breath had quickly catered to the Muggle tastes of their new clientele, and he was poured a glass of a familiar single malt instead of something with a centaur on the bottle.

Tony had noticed Claire before he had even approached the bar. She was hard to miss. But he did not acknowledge her until after he had been seen to by the magical bartender. Scotch in hand, he finally turned toward her. "Love the Corey Hart look." He sipped his drink, staring down at her through his own tinted frames.

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