Kevin Flynn just wrote your favorite game (greetngsprogrms) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-27 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | kevin flynn, tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Kevin Flynn and Tony Stark
What: Shooting the breeze before the interview with Time Magazine
When: Mid-morning, November 25th, 2013
Where: Makeup room in Time’s chosen location somewhere in OC
Rating: PG, snarky banter
Status: Incomplete
Kevin Flynn smirked as he walked through the door of the facility where the interview was going to be held. Ducking in from the outside sunshine, he still had his sunglasses on, his motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm. He ran a hand through his wavy, dirty blonde locks. He was actually on time, surprisingly enough.
He was smirking because today he was being interviewed by Time Magazine alongside Tony Stark as part of their Person of the Year issue; granted they were BOTH being interviewed (so really it was more like ‘Persons’ of the year) but it was the only time Stark had (supposedly) to hold the interview and truthfully Kevin was more than busy handling his father’s work at ENCOM while the old man struggled to recover from his illness, so it had worked out for him to do this now too.
“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Kevin called from across the room, spotting Tony already in the makeup chair. “You just can’t stay away from mirrors can you? Always admiring that god-forsaken mug of yours.” Kevin laughed and clapped the other man’s hand into a friendly bro-handshake as he walked up to him.
“God-forsaken? Excuse me?” Tony Stark replied. He wasn’t supposed to move his face too much, as the woman with the make-up sponge had scolded him for moving once already. It wasn’t his fault that he moved, in honesty, he’d reached over to pinch the gal who was putting gel in his hair. She’d had it coming.
“Good to see you were able to drag yourself in here at this god-forsaken hour,” he added, reaching over to offer the flask to his … friend?
Friend. Frenemy. Brothers from another mother. The two men were titans of the technological universe, the next Jobs and Gates, only younger, hotter, and way trendier in dress. Their professional competitive streaks were worn on their sleeves and generally pulled no punches, but personally, they were like two long lost college buddies that loved to rib each other every moment they got.
Kevin flopped down into his chair and smiled at the pretty young thing that glided over to start on his makeup. He chuckled.
“This coming from the guy who goes on binges to rival some Hollywood royalty,” He smirked over at him. “I’m surprised you know what the time is, let alone the day. Did you need your glorified version of Kitt to tell it for you?” He took the flask from Stark’s hand and sniffed at it. “Should I ask?” Kevin’s makeup girl turned his head to face her as she wiped it down with a cleanser on a soft cloth before drying it. She started on the foundation. Kevin was already making faces at the triangle sponge and squirming. He hated this sort of thing. Rachel would have loved to have seen it though, he knew. Or probably done it herself. He wasn’t sure if that would have been worse, truth be told.
Definitely more distracting. Just how Tony felt whenever Pepper came in to touch up the make-up on his face. It was hard to hold still, but for completely different reasons. “You know me. Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist… drinker.” Tony said. He nodded to the flask. “Be my guest.” Even if it was ten in the morning.
“You should probably upgrade that to professional alcoholic,” Kevin snarked, before taking a sip. He coughed. “Jeez, what’s in this? Moonshine?” He handed back the flask and glanced up to see he’d already earned the ire of his makeup girl. “He started it.” Kevin pointed at Tony as if they were both 8 years old and fighting in the back of the car.
“I’m ending it.” said the makeup girl. “Now stay.” Kevin tried not to sulk at being told what to do and rolled his eyes when he could at all the stupid makeup being put on.
“So,” he said as the girl finally turned away to get something. “Any news on the robotics front?” He made a face as she turned around and had a comb in one hand and hairspray in another.