theatrical_muse: First time really drunk. Aka why Tony usually sticks with scotch.
Tony has no idea what time it is when he stumbles into the room. All he really notices is that it's dark, so it must be late, but since he can't see, he turns on the lights as soon as the door is closed. By then it's too late to see a sweater he himself had dropped on the ground earlier that night, though, and since he somehow gets tangled with it - and his movements had already been clumsy enough as they were - he suddenly finds himself on the floor as well. The surprise makes him pause, but only for a moment. After he checks that the almost empty bottle of tequila he had been carrying is still safe in his grasp, he's suddenly cracking up at how absurd the fall had been.
In between his laughing he suddenly realizes Rhodey is standing above him, looking down at him with an expression of confusion and annoyance that only makes him laugh harder. He would have tried to take a sip of the bottle, but he can't stop laughing. "Hi, Rhodey."
Rhodey doesn't return the greeting, though. Especially since he had been woken up like this, only to find his roommate looking as if he's losing his mind. Suddenly he frowns deeper when he notices how red his face is, and how disheveled his hair and clothes are. "...are you drunk?" When Tony gives a loopsided grin, Rhodey lets out an annoyed sigh under his breath. "You're fifteen. Fifteen. Who the hell did you get to serve you?"
At the reminder of his age, Tony stops his laughing and almost looks offended as he starts trying to sit up. "So what if I'm fifteen? I'm in college."
"You're still fifteen."
"Again, what's your point?" As Rhodey helps him get to his feet, Tony almost loses his balance and leans on him as he laughs under his breath again. "...the room's spinnin'."
Rhodey rolls his eyes. "If you're going to do the whole throwing up thing--"
"Ugh, don't be gross." Pushing himself off of him, he stumbles over to the bed and flops on it with a sigh. Then he chuckles when he turns back to his friend. Rhodey looks pretty damn hilarious when he's irritated, he notices. Not that it's the first time he really notices, but it's the first time he notices when he's this drunk. It suddenly makes everything an absolute riot. "Rhooodey. Don't be mad. 's not the first time I drink, y'know." He opens the bottle and takes a swig before continuing matter of factly. "We start young. Parties with the millionaire brats are fun. You can go with me."
Rhodey doesn't look impressed as he sits on his own bed, raising an eyebrow at him. "So, what, they all came down here for a party with you or something?"
Tony laughs again before smirking. "No. Nononooo." Suddenly he looks very smug. "You've gotta get the whole college experience, Rhodey. 's what I'm doing. The girls, the booze..." But before he can continue, a pillow lands on his face, and when he throws it aside he sees Rhodey's standing next to him and pulling him up. "What're you doing?"
"We're going for a walk."
"Huh? 'We' sounds like an awful lot of people. I don't wanna." He frowns when Rhodey manages to get him to his feet with what seems to be no problem, and frowns deeper as he turns to the window then back at Rhodey. "It's like...two in the morning."
Rhodey raises an eyebrow at him, but is already more or less dragging him to the door. "About 3:30, actually." And they had a class in about four hours, he almost points out, but knows it it's no use. Tony suddenly has a mix of a smirk and a grin on his face as he looked up at him. "...what?"
"Well, nothing. You just seem to like manhandling me, 's all." His bratty smirk grows then. "Is there something you're not sharing, James Rhodes?"
Rolling his eyes again, Rhodey gives Tony a slight shove once they're out in the hall. Before Tony can take another swig of the bottle, he snatches it away and takes a sip of his own. He has a feeling he's going to need a taste or two of tequila if he's going to withstand a drunk Tony Stark, especially since the sober one was already a pain in the ass. "Just walk, will you?"
"We can find a place where we can get another bottle..."
But Rhodey pulls him along as he walks towards the doors of their building, not giving him back the bottle when he reaches for it. "If we're getting anything, it's coffee. Walk, Tony."
Tony just gives another loopsided grin and mock salutes. "Yes, sir."
Tony Stark
Iron Man
802 words
[not binding to any specific Rhodey muse. obviously this is before tony's liver turned to steel.]
In between his laughing he suddenly realizes Rhodey is standing above him, looking down at him with an expression of confusion and annoyance that only makes him laugh harder. He would have tried to take a sip of the bottle, but he can't stop laughing. "Hi, Rhodey."
Rhodey doesn't return the greeting, though. Especially since he had been woken up like this, only to find his roommate looking as if he's losing his mind. Suddenly he frowns deeper when he notices how red his face is, and how disheveled his hair and clothes are. "...are you drunk?" When Tony gives a loopsided grin, Rhodey lets out an annoyed sigh under his breath. "You're fifteen. Fifteen. Who the hell did you get to serve you?"
At the reminder of his age, Tony stops his laughing and almost looks offended as he starts trying to sit up. "So what if I'm fifteen? I'm in college."
"You're still fifteen."
"Again, what's your point?" As Rhodey helps him get to his feet, Tony almost loses his balance and leans on him as he laughs under his breath again. "...the room's spinnin'."
Rhodey rolls his eyes. "If you're going to do the whole throwing up thing--"
"Ugh, don't be gross." Pushing himself off of him, he stumbles over to the bed and flops on it with a sigh. Then he chuckles when he turns back to his friend. Rhodey looks pretty damn hilarious when he's irritated, he notices. Not that it's the first time he really notices, but it's the first time he notices when he's this drunk. It suddenly makes everything an absolute riot. "Rhooodey. Don't be mad. 's not the first time I drink, y'know." He opens the bottle and takes a swig before continuing matter of factly. "We start young. Parties with the millionaire brats are fun. You can go with me."
Rhodey doesn't look impressed as he sits on his own bed, raising an eyebrow at him. "So, what, they all came down here for a party with you or something?"
Tony laughs again before smirking. "No. Nononooo." Suddenly he looks very smug. "You've gotta get the whole college experience, Rhodey. 's what I'm doing. The girls, the booze..." But before he can continue, a pillow lands on his face, and when he throws it aside he sees Rhodey's standing next to him and pulling him up. "What're you doing?"
"We're going for a walk."
"Huh? 'We' sounds like an awful lot of people. I don't wanna." He frowns when Rhodey manages to get him to his feet with what seems to be no problem, and frowns deeper as he turns to the window then back at Rhodey. "It's like...two in the morning."
Rhodey raises an eyebrow at him, but is already more or less dragging him to the door. "About 3:30, actually." And they had a class in about four hours, he almost points out, but knows it it's no use. Tony suddenly has a mix of a smirk and a grin on his face as he looked up at him. "...what?"
"Well, nothing. You just seem to like manhandling me, 's all." His bratty smirk grows then. "Is there something you're not sharing, James Rhodes?"
Rolling his eyes again, Rhodey gives Tony a slight shove once they're out in the hall. Before Tony can take another swig of the bottle, he snatches it away and takes a sip of his own. He has a feeling he's going to need a taste or two of tequila if he's going to withstand a drunk Tony Stark, especially since the sober one was already a pain in the ass. "Just walk, will you?"
"We can find a place where we can get another bottle..."
But Rhodey pulls him along as he walks towards the doors of their building, not giving him back the bottle when he reaches for it. "If we're getting anything, it's coffee. Walk, Tony."
Tony just gives another loopsided grin and mock salutes. "Yes, sir."
Tony Stark
Iron Man
802 words
[not binding to any specific Rhodey muse. obviously this is before tony's liver turned to steel.]