What does this division have that separates them from the rest? The small woman edged her minuscule voice recorder in his direction. He could see the self-restraint in her wrist as she mentally argued over the decision to move it closer to his mouth or settle it an even distance. The man licked his top lip with the tip of his tongue, quirking an eyebrow at her inquiry.
"I've always been a firm believer in the phrase 'Quantity over quality'," he began casually, causing the woman's forehead to crease in confused contemplation. "You're giving me the look. See, let me explain. First of all, I-" He turned his head as he heard his name mentioned in the distance. A slender woman at the nearby bar had taken it upon herself to slander his campaign. The woman in front of him cleared her throat and pushed on her cleavage with a brief nudge of her arms and elbows. He held up a finger and turned towards the counter. "am.. afraid that we'll have to continue this at a point some time in the future. How about the twenty-fifth? Yeah, great, I'll tell my assistant. She'll bake," he said over his shoulder.
He moved onto the right side of the woman, holding up an index finger in the direction of the bartender. He nodded his head and began working hurriedly on the drink in question. The man folded his arms, settling his back to the counter top. "You know, I couldn't agree more. I met the guy a few years back? Phew. I don't know how he fit through the door. Ego the size of of his missile. True story."
A thin brow lifted when she heard another male voice close by. And she listened to him speak about this Tony Stark.
"I don't even know the guy and I can already guess what kind of person he is. Wouldn't surprise me if he's in the restroom closing off a few deals with two striking blonde bimbos. And just F.Y.I., they call them quickees for a reason." flashing an sarcastic smile.. shooting that comment towards the male population listening.
She was pretty loud when she said that last comment.. a few older men looked over and paused with their mouths wide open in shock at her un-mannerable behavior way of speaking.
Lois took another nice long drink of her strong liquored up mixed beverage. Releasing a refreshed sigh afterwards. Looking over to the gentleman, wondering what he would be doing here. Was he Stark's little cheerleader? Was he party crasher? Who knows. But the look on her face told it all what she would be thinking. She finished that first Long Island quick... setting the glass down then motioned her hand at the tender to bring her a second.
Here you are, Mister Stark, the bartender said, sliding the drink in his direction with a complimentary napkin. He turned around, nodding in the man's direction. He picked up the glass and swirled the contents around, before downing a brief swig. A nod was given in the bartender's direction. "Thank you, my good man," he said.
With a tilt of his head, he settled the glass back on its napkin. "You know, I don't think we've been formerly introduced, the name's Tony Stark. Quickie King of the West Coast. You must be the comedy relief."
wow i totally did not see this!!!!!!lovely_loisFebruary 23 2009, 00:22:43 UTC
Her eyes would widen.. then looked off in a separate direction from his own once she heard the bar tender call him, 'Mister Stark'.. She left a very plain 'kicked-myself-in-the-ass' expression upon her face.. before it sank into an embarrased smile. She turned her head, brave enough to look back at him, after she publically bashed him.
"Are you sure you haven't won the title for the East Coast too? I hear there's a nomination for ya down along the southern border too." She quickly brings the glass rim to her lips instead of the straw and starts to drink up a bit faster.. Placing the glass back down onto the counter once it was half empty.
"Lois Lane. Part time comedian and a full time devoted daughter." Her eyes shifted towards her father a distance away. Then her eyes shifted back to Tony.. Lois felt like screaming or banging her head against the closest wall. But all-in-all she chose to stay well somehow together.
"I've always been a firm believer in the phrase 'Quantity over quality'," he began casually, causing the woman's forehead to crease in confused contemplation. "You're giving me the look. See, let me explain. First of all, I-" He turned his head as he heard his name mentioned in the distance. A slender woman at the nearby bar had taken it upon herself to slander his campaign. The woman in front of him cleared her throat and pushed on her cleavage with a brief nudge of her arms and elbows. He held up a finger and turned towards the counter. "am.. afraid that we'll have to continue this at a point some time in the future. How about the twenty-fifth? Yeah, great, I'll tell my assistant. She'll bake," he said over his shoulder.
He moved onto the right side of the woman, holding up an index finger in the direction of the bartender. He nodded his head and began working hurriedly on the drink in question. The man folded his arms, settling his back to the counter top. "You know, I couldn't agree more. I met the guy a few years back? Phew. I don't know how he fit through the door. Ego the size of of his missile. True story."
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"I don't even know the guy and I can already guess what kind of person he is. Wouldn't surprise me if he's in the restroom closing off a few deals with two striking blonde bimbos. And just F.Y.I., they call them quickees for a reason." flashing an sarcastic smile.. shooting that comment towards the male population listening.
She was pretty loud when she said that last comment.. a few older men looked over and paused with their mouths wide open in shock at her un-mannerable behavior way of speaking.
Lois took another nice long drink of her strong liquored up mixed beverage. Releasing a refreshed sigh afterwards. Looking over to the gentleman, wondering what he would be doing here. Was he Stark's little cheerleader? Was he party crasher? Who knows. But the look on her face told it all what she would be thinking. She finished that first Long Island quick... setting the glass down then motioned her hand at the tender to bring her a second.
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With a tilt of his head, he settled the glass back on its napkin. "You know, I don't think we've been formerly introduced, the name's Tony Stark. Quickie King of the West Coast. You must be the comedy relief."
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"Are you sure you haven't won the title for the East Coast too? I hear there's a nomination for ya down along the southern border too." She quickly brings the glass rim to her lips instead of the straw and starts to drink up a bit faster.. Placing the glass back down onto the counter once it was half empty.
"Lois Lane. Part time comedian and a full time devoted daughter." Her eyes shifted towards her father a distance away. Then her eyes shifted back to Tony.. Lois felt like screaming or banging her head against the closest wall. But all-in-all she chose to stay well somehow together.
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