YOU GUYS ARE DORKING UP MY VIBE WITH ALL THE DICKS
WHO: iron_liver and insineration
WHERE: SOME... CLUB....... BAR........ THING look what matters is filthy rich assholes go there
WHEN: FRIDAY NIGHT CLEARLY
WARNINGS: A TERRIBLE LACK OF SCENE DESCRIPTION AND ALSO NANITE PENIS
SUMMARY: Tony is doing his usual! Lust is spying on some dude! The streams cross.
FORMAT: whateva B)
[She's just... gosh, she's just sitting. Not at the bar, of course! That would put her in the direct line of sight of the unassuming 40-something man she's been casually scoping out for the past ten minutes. Instead, she's sequestered in one of those stupid little trendy chair things, crossing her legs and wearing an expression of put-on boredom, and politely rebuffing any attention that might happen to be directed her way. Her eyes aren't resting on the man, though they return to him and his female companions ever so often; instead, they're scanning the entirety of the premises under the pretense of checking out the scene. She's bored, after all. It's only natural for her to look for something interesting. Or someone.
In her case, someones. He has bodyguards, and they must be here, blending in just as she is; once Lust finds them, she'll be all the happier. It means she'll be able to actually leave the place, after all. She doesn't have any intention of doing something as stupid as making a scene here. When she does make her play, it'll be so far removed from this uneventful, low-lit night that nobody will ever think back to it.
BUT SHE DIDN'T COUNT ON........... TONY FUCKING STARK.]
WHERE: SOME... CLUB....... BAR........ THING look what matters is filthy rich assholes go there
WHEN: FRIDAY NIGHT CLEARLY
WARNINGS: A TERRIBLE LACK OF SCENE DESCRIPTION AND ALSO NANITE PENIS
SUMMARY: Tony is doing his usual! Lust is spying on some dude! The streams cross.
FORMAT: whateva B)
[She's just... gosh, she's just sitting. Not at the bar, of course! That would put her in the direct line of sight of the unassuming 40-something man she's been casually scoping out for the past ten minutes. Instead, she's sequestered in one of those stupid little trendy chair things, crossing her legs and wearing an expression of put-on boredom, and politely rebuffing any attention that might happen to be directed her way. Her eyes aren't resting on the man, though they return to him and his female companions ever so often; instead, they're scanning the entirety of the premises under the pretense of checking out the scene. She's bored, after all. It's only natural for her to look for something interesting. Or someone.
In her case, someones. He has bodyguards, and they must be here, blending in just as she is; once Lust finds them, she'll be all the happier. It means she'll be able to actually leave the place, after all. She doesn't have any intention of doing something as stupid as making a scene here. When she does make her play, it'll be so far removed from this uneventful, low-lit night that nobody will ever think back to it.
BUT SHE DIDN'T COUNT ON........... TONY FUCKING STARK.]