WHO: Tony Stark WHEN: 226403.afewdaysago WHERE: The Lounge WHAT: Tony and Harley banter, slip into the backroom. WARNINGS: sexual situations, (off screen) STATUS: Closed, completed.
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Harley was spending her evening tending bar. As she said to Lomea, this place was kind of like jail. Except it was nicer, and she had a job. Plus she wasn’t kept in an electrified cage. There were also lots of people to play with. Just as that thought came into mind, Tony appeared in the doorway.
As if on cue.
She liked Tony. He was nice to her and handsome. Two things that got you on her side very easily. Harley spent a lot of time with people who ignored her or did terrible things to her, so being nice to her was the easiest way to get her to like you. But she could tell the difference between genuine fondness and fake nice. Tony was genuine.
“Well if it isn’t my favorite Tony!” She paused, one finger touching the edge of her lips, “My only Tony, to be fair.”
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The smirk that played across Tony's lips was genuine, too, though there were days when that emotion didn't always reach his eyes. Usually around Harley, though, everything about him was in a good mood. She was cheery and a little nuts, but in a good way. Tony liked her.
He waved at her and then parked himself on his favorite seat. "Would you want another Tony? I'm not sure the world could handle more than one of me. Or... anyone else, really. You got anything behind that bar that can light my insides on fire? Today is a day for melting your insides."
Mainly because he was in space. Which, honestly, made every day a great day to melt your insides.
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“I could handle another Tony,” she purred. Harley couldn’t help but flirt with him! He had that older man charm. She wanted to call him Daddy and sit in his lap. But she stopped herself from doing these things. Harley behaved herself… mostly because they were paying her.
“Whiskey? I usually drink it with ginger ale but we can skip that part if you want your insides on fire.”
Being in space didn’t bother her. It was kind of cool to look at the stars. And again-- not jail.
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"You got any of that fire whiskey?" Tony looked around at the back bar. There were plenty of bottles that were completely alien to him, things he'd never tried. Because they were literally made by aliens.
Probably, he needed to be a little more open minded. Maybe after he'd been in space a while. "And you know, maybe you just might be able to handle two Tony's. But I'm not sure I could. Would that be incest or masturbation? I've never been clear."
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Harley turned and made a point to bend over to look for the fire whiskey. She liked it when people looked at her. So she sought attention in the most primal of ways. “Ah-ha!” Harley stood up and had the bottle in hand. She grabbed a glass and poured Tony a couple fingers worth of it.
Harley sucked in a breath like she was really thinking about it. “Hmmm. I say masturbation, because I’d do me in a second.” She licked her finger and pressed it to her side, hissing as she did so. “Hot hot hot!”
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It wasn't as if Tony was going to complain about the view. He didn't mind having a look at Harley's rear end as long as she was flashing it in his direction. In his book it wasn't sexual harassment if the girl actually wanted the attention.
He flashed her a grin as he grabbed his glass, "Now that's a nice mental picture. You, me, another you. Not that one of you isn't already enough woman for me to handle, by the way. I'm trying to think of all the trouble two of either of us could get up to and I have a feeling that Bones would get that look on his face. You know the one. His face is gonna freeze that way if he keeps up."
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Harley leaned on the bar, chin in hand. “You, me, another me? What kind of trouble you thinkin’, cowboy?” She winked at the man and grabbed a towel. Better make it look like she was busy. Harley wiped down the bar. “Bones… I like him. I might injure myself just so I can go see him. Is that considered a crush? I’ve got lots of crushes on people around here.”
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Tony leaned forward on the bar a bit and purred out an "I think you know what I'm thinking." Then he straightened up a bit and shrugged one of his shoulders. Watching Harley in motion was always fun, even if all she was doing was wiping down the bar. "I mean, it's hard not to have a crush on everyone around here. They're all so good looking, have you noticed? I bet you noticed. But maybe don't get hurt on purpose just to see him, alright?"
His finger tapped against his glass a bit, and he shook his head, "Sure, he could fix it up quick, but there's no reason to go messing yourself up. He'd probably like you better if you just dropped in with a drink."
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Harley’s face lit up. “I do know what you’re thinkin’, and I like it. But we could always do with only one of me, doncha think?” She didn’t want to make things awkward between them so she went to the other subject at hand, “Aw, you care about me!” It was said in a teasing voice, as if he just admitted sleeping with a teddy bear. “And yeah, I have noticed everyone around here is surprisingly attractive. I mean, those of them that are of legal age. I’m no perv.”
She sighed and tossed the towel over her shoulder, grabbing the stool behind the counter. She took a seat across from Tony and snuck a drink from the bottle she pour for him.
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One of her would definitely be enough, but Tony decided to take a cue from her and stick to the subject at hand. He finished off the stuff in his glass and then slid it back across the bar to her. "I kinda do care, Punky. We've got a connection. Sure, it's based on the fact that you're the gatekeeper for the alcohol, but you're also my sugar rush. You save me from awkward social engagements."
And from sugar crashing hard on way too many cake pops, too. One of his shoulders shrugged, and he rested his head on his hand. "What are we gonna do about all these hot people. Do you think we should draw straws?"
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The glass was slid towards her and she poured a little more for him. She always kept him in check, never giving him too much. She used to be a psych, she knew he had some of the signs of an alcoholic. But on the other hand, it was his party and he could do what he wanted to do. He was a big boy.
“Well, obviously I have dibs on Bones.” She shrugged, “Or you and I can sleep together.” She smiled her toothy smile, laughed her hyena laugh. Then she stopped and seriously said, “We could.” Then she took a drink from the bottle again. Where was the health inspector?
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That probably wasn't sanitary and there was a time when Tony might have said something. Many of the fucks he used to give had run out rather recently, though. Were there even germs in space? Who knew? Not him. He took the glass back and took a measured sip. "We could. I'm pretty sure there's no rules against it. If there are, I probably think I'm immune to them."
The look he gave her was more serious than his usual, "I was just waiting to see if that's a thing you wanted to do. Not that we need to make a big deal out of it, and yes - you can have dibs on Bones. But we could. Do you want to?"
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Harley’s smile was toothy and wide. She looked like she could eat you up whole. She put the bottle back down, knowing she brushed her teeth this morning and that was enough on the germ front.
His face turning serious caught her a little off guard. She leaned forward as they spoke, elbows on the table. “I do, Tony Stark. I do.” And then she laughed, her ugly, loud laugh. “Do you want to make a date? Be respectable about it? Or go in the back room?”
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Tony loosened his tie a bit, suddenly not too sure of himself. It wasn't a first, but it happened infrequently enough that he hesitated a few seconds. "Well, we COULD just go in the back. Most of my conquests have been the quick come back to my place or let’s do it on my airplane or in the bathroom kind of deals. Less respectable. But you're a friend, so that takes you out of mere 'conquest' territory. I think. Or it should. Shouldn't it?"
He lowered his voice then, and added in a sort of conspiratorial whisper, "I've been out of circulation a while here, I'm a little rusty."
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“We’re friends,” she agreed. His lowered voice made her lower her own, “So I’m not a conquest. We’re buddies. We’re doing this because we want to. It won’t ruin anything.” She leaned over the bar and grabbed him by his tie, pulling him down the bar to the little swinging doorway. Harley continued to pull him into the backroom.
If anyone came to the bar while they were back there, they might have heard noises. And had to lean over the bar to help themselves. Harley and Tony had their fun and when they were done, Harley came out adjusting her pigtails.
“That didn’t feel a little rusty, cowboy.”
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There was a spring in Tony's step that he couldn't say was there before as he walked on back to his favorite seat. He ran a hand through his hair to straighten it a little and pushed his tie back into the right position.
He was grinning ear to ear when he replied, "Maybe I just needed the right person to help me shake the kinks out."
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Harley was grinning too, and she reached over the bar to unstraighten his tie. “I like it better this way.” Thankfully no one robbed the place while they were gone, but a few people had taken seats down the bar. “Be right back, handsome.”
Harley got their orders and poured them all out, then returned to Tony.
“I don’t know about the right person, but practice does make perfect.”
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"In that case, I hope we get some practice in again sometime soon." Tony replied, still flashing that shit eating grin. It was great to know that he still had it where it counted, or at least it seemed that way. A good bump for the ego.
And Pepper? Pepper who? He was stuck in space, she was nowhere to be seen, and it was probably best to just put her behind him.
"Maybe next time not while you're working though, eh?" He added, with a wink.
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Joker who? He treated her terribly. The man electrocuted her and ignored her even after all she did for him. So it was okay to fool around a little on the side. If he showed up, she'd shoot him herself.
Until then, she'd have fun however she wanted. And if that meant fooling around with Tony now and again-- or anyone else, so be it.
"Hey, think about it, I just got paid to do that!"