_kingofthedead_ (_kingofthedead_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-08-31 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | t'challa (black panther), tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Tony and T’Challa
When: Some point during the summer
Where: A German Beerhouse
What: Some good food and beer, and !Surprise burlesque show
Rating/Warnings: High. Stripping (not the guys, the burlesque lady)
Status: Unfinished
T’Challa had to admit in all his years travelling the world one of the places he had never set foot in was a German beer hall. Not in Germany or New York City or anywhere. But leave it to Tony to find one in the OC.
“You know I have never had German food?” He commented to Tony, perusing the menu with deep interest. So many types of sausages and sides. Without knowing what any tasted like it was bound to be a culinary adventure.
“I didn’t know that. And yet, I’m not surprised.” Tony responded from his spot across the table. He hadn’t taken off his slightly tinted sunglasses inside the restaurant. On normal people it might have looked incredibly douchey, but somehow Tony could pull it off. He glanced over the menu at T’Challa, though he hadn’t been reading. He’d been scoping out the rest of the room--noting exits, checking faces, counting servers. He’d already figured he’d have whatever the special was for the day. “It’s not like their food is known for being exceptional.” It was the beer he came for, not the food.
T'Challa smirked at his friend, dark eyes glancing above the menu momentarily. “You think me a hermit?”
He knew Germany was known for its beer, but not being much of a drinker the food piqued his interest more. Finally making a decision on both, he folded the menu and sat back. “And what food would you consider exceptional?” His eyes was drawn away briefly as a rather buxom woman in traditional cliche German attire - the sort that pushed her breasts up in a low cut, bright white shirt that was a part of the accompanying colored dress - strode past him with a tray of beers in one hand.
“Now that you mention it…” Tony teased. T’Challa was by no means a hermit. Tony gave his friend a little grin. “No, it wasn’t a comment on your worldly prowess, but more a commentary on the food.” Tony set the menu down flat on the table and motioned. “By no means does any of this compare to Shawarma.”
T’Challa grinned, amused. “You and Shawarma. I’ll never understand the infatuation. I should prepare some traditional Wakandan food for you so you can see how much better it is than your food truck feasts.”
A waitress drifted over and smiled brightly at them. “Ready to order?”
“Yes.” T’Challa replied, giving her his order. He felt it really was quite absurd how these themed restaurants had their waitresses dress so. He did his best not to look at her cleavage, which was at an unavoidable eye level. He looked over at Tony instead.
“I would adore some Wakandan food.” Tony said, giving his friend a smile. Then the waitress came by, and Tony couldn’t help but gaze adoringly at the young woman.
“Tell me,” Tony toyed with the words, flirting unashamedly with the woman whose breasts were at eye level, “what’s the best thing on the menu? I think I’ll have one of those.”
T’Challa smirked. “So be it. Next time we get together I will treat you to a traditional dinner.”
T’Challa rolled his eyes as his friend displayed his classic Tony Stark charm. It was all he could do not to gag.
The waitress smiled back, eyeing Tony as much as he was her, the flirtation beyond obvious. “Well,” and she bent down just a bit as she went to point on the menu, well aware of what she was doing, “The [name] is our most popular dish. It usually sells out quickly. You can pair it with this [beer] which goes nicely.”
Tony simply closed his menu and offered it up to her. “Perfect. How could I resist?” He would have accepted almost anything from the waitress in that moment. She was fun, and flirtatious, and he was in for that kind of thing.
But then again, maybe that’s what they were selling in this restaurant.
As the waitress wandered off to put their orders into the kitchen, Tony watched her go. He watched her go, then finally tore his eyes away from her to look around again. There was a stage nearby, and a DJ was preparing something in a booth near it. “Is there going to be a show?”
T'Challa shook his head as he watched his friend openly stare at the departing woman. He glanced around also at all the diners, the DJ and why was there a stage? “You picked this place. I thought you would have thoroughly researched it.”
Tony shook his head, doing the same gander around the room that T’Challa was doing. He’d just picked the name off a list. Actually, JARVIS had picked the name off of a list. But Tony wasn’t about to admit that he’d gotten distracted by a project while he was supposed to be picking out the location for their lunch date.
“No, actually. I just picked the one with the highest reviews.” Tony admitted.
The lights in the room dimmed.
Music started, a spotlight glared to life highlighting the red curtain
“All right everyone!” A voice boomed over the speakers and the white noise of general conversation. “It's time for some fun! Why don't you give a warm welcome to Sundance Surprise!”
Despite the sudden darkness, T'Challa could be seen raising his eyebrows and then giving Tony a pointed look, as if whatever was about to happen was his fault. “Tony,” he intoned. A woman pushed through the curtains and onto the stage, dressed provocatively. She started to prance about the stage with slow, methodical movements to the music.
T'Challa frowned. If this was what he thought it was he didn't like it.
Sundance Surprise? Tony mouthed to T’Challa. He wasn’t sure what this was all about… until he saw the woman--the very well endowed woman--make her way onto the stage.
Then Tony’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Oh Boy.” Tony said, softly. He leaned back in his chair to enjoy the show.
The woman was, by what T'Challa could only guess at, a burlesque dancer. He knew strippers were in specific establishments that did not advertise as restaurants. He would find out as the dance progressed, he supposed. He couldn't leave Tony here, even if the man was clearly enjoying himself. T'Challa was just too polite for that sort of thing.
Sundance made her way off the stage, slowly making her way down the short steps with practiced movements to the music, stopping to flaunt her goods at a nearby table who were happily recording her on their smartphones. She unbuttoned her top to reveal an ample bosom that was only censored by elaborate pasties. Slowly she danced, pausing here and there to perform impressive acts of flexibility before removing another piece of clothing - raising a leg up behind her head while standing on the other, then at some point doing a split with her long legs, contorting to the point that as much as T'Challa tried to study the pattern of his napkin in the dark he couldn't help but watch in objective fascination.
Until she saw him and started heading in their direction.
Oh no. Please no.