Room 308, Wednesday Evening

[hoorayimrich]

With two days to go before he finally graduated, Tony wasn't expecting anything weird to happen. Well, no more weird than normal. Because when you spend a week in some weird ass dungeon, you had your expectations skewed ever so slightly

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher hadn't seen Tony in a while, and, well... directly across the hall, thin walls, et cetera, et cetera.

Because obviously an audience was exactly what Tony wanted for this, Topher went ahead and knocked on the doorframe. "The what of the Stark era?" he called through the door.

End, Topher. End.

[hoorayimrich]

"End," Tony supplied helpfully. Him and the narrative were of one mind on that one. "Two more days. Two more days and that company would have been mine."

[dollpocalypse]

Well. That was... really, really shitty timing right there.

Topher pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside. "What the hell," he said, very firmly, as he held a bagel out to Tony. (Don't ask where it had come from. Bagels were all over the dorms today.) "What happened?"

[hoorayimrich]

IT WAS A BAGEL OF SADNESS.

"The board decided the offer he made was in the best interests of the shareholders."

Because he didn't actually own those controlling stocks until Friday.

[dollpocalypse]

EMO BAGEL.

Topher had two thoughts on that point. "Okay, a.) Your board sounds like it's made of stupid assholes," he began, "and b.) Any thoughts of, you know, Iron Man-ing this guy in the face? Non-lethally?"

[hoorayimrich]

A BLOO BLOO BLOO BAGEL.

"That's illegal." A beat. "I might have written a virus to make his computers play Ke$ha when they try to access data."

THAT WAS NORMAL.

[dollpocalypse]

DID IT CRY BAGEL TEARS? ...OF CREAM CHEESE?

"Oh, like that thing you did to me when we met," Topher reminisced fondly. "Add a thing that displays weird porn whenever his screen's hooked up to a projector."

Really, guys?

[hoorayimrich]

POSSIBLY.

"No, he might like that." JUSTIN WAS SKEEVY, OKAY? "Maybe some girly anime..."

[dollpocalypse]

OM NOM NOM CREAM CHEESE TEARS.

"What about that pony show?" This was not productive, guys, just FYI. "Or just, like, a slideshow of his embarrassing press photos. Does he have embarrassing press photos? He looks like the kind of guy who makes bad decisions."

Like his haircut. Oh snap.

[hoorayimrich]

"He photoshops them," Tony muttered. Meanwhile, he had the rep as a party-boy.

[dollpocalypse]

Whaaat? Tony Stark, a partier?

...Wait, what was on his schedule for tomorrow night, again?

"Cheater," Topher groused. "Okay, I think the conclusion we're coming to is that this guy sucks."

You think?

[hoorayimrich]

"Believe me, I know." That douche-bag. "Now I have no freaking clue what to do next."

Without his company and all.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher took a moment to ponder the options. Corporate intrigue wasn't really his strong suit, and Tony seemed opposed to Iron Man-ing Hammer right in his dumb nose, so...

"Alcohol?" he suggested.

[hoorayimrich]

"Alcohol." It was a plan!

[dollpocalypse]

It was the best of all plans, really.

"I'll get Billy if you get the other guys," Topher suggested, because that was a totally fair distribution of labor, really. "But, you know, maybe no buying penguins this time. Unless Warren wants to cover it."

Since, you know, Tony had no company to fund it and all. Was that how that worked? ...Probably not.

[hoorayimrich]

OH GOD, HE MIGHT LOSE THE PENGUINS TOO.

"We'll need Warren to pay," Tony whined. Oh god, he was poor.