The City needs a Stark Expo.

And I need cheerleaders.

Dawn. See what you can do about that.

[Tony is sitting up in bed. He hasn't got a shirt on and the sheets are pooled at his waist. One wrist is handcuffed to a sleeping blonde. There's a bot delivering a pot of coffee and one of tea.]

Do try not to spill it, Dummy.

[Then he looks to the device]

I've had worse mornings.

[Private to Employees of Stark Industries]

Take the week off and don't call me unless there are explosions that Dummy can't handle.

[Private to Miss Rushman]Go ahead and take the week off as well. I don't expect to need anything in the upcoming week ( Read more... )

I believe I mentioned at some point having a Midsummer's Night party. I realized that's getting close and while Miss Rushman and I have been planning I realize I neglected to send out formal invitations. This is my attempt at remedying that.

You [Yes that means you regardless of whether I know you or not] are formally invited to a Midsummer's ( Read more... )