Who: Tony and Eric What: Seeing if they can come to an agreement When: Post Z-Day Where: Fangtasia Warnings: TBD
What the hell was he doing? That matra kept going through Tony's head as he made his way to Fangtasia. He hadn't agreed to anything yet but a drink and a talk but, in this hell hole of a reality that he had ended up in, even that was probably dangerous. Since he had stumbled through the portal and set up shop at the prison, he'd mostly been keeping his head low and helping out where he could. His mechanical know-how was useful in a place like this.
Then Steve Rogers came blowing in and gave him the absolute worst news about home that he could imagine and yeah, after that, he needed a fucking drink. Possibly more. It seemed stupid to ask any of the raiders to see if they could find a bottle of scotch on their next outing so, instead, maybe this was the way to go. Plus, he'd never met a vampire before, OK? He was curious.
When he walked up to the bar, the bouncer looked him over before letting him in, and Tony was almost let down by how...mundane it was. It looked like a bar. The blonde who walked up to him in the sweater and skirt combo did not look like she belonged, though. She had taste in clothes that Pepper would appreciate more than he did, but the look she gave him made him feel like he was a steak dinner.
"Hi, I'm looking for Eric. I talked to him online?"
The smile that crossed her face was more than a little predatory. "Oh yes. He's expecting you. Have a seat at the bar and he'll be with you shortly." When she turned and walked away, despite the predator vibe he got from her, he couldn't stop himself from checking her out a bit. Shaking any indecent thoughts out of his head, he headed for the bar. If nothing else, he was owed a free drink.