WHO:
behisgirlfriday and
doubleohhbabyWHAT: Drinks and banter.
WHERE: Rob Roy's bar, Seattle
WHEN: Thursday night
WARNINGS: Drinking. Language. Possible flirting on Bond's behalf and terrible Connery impressions from Pepper. Hideous.
It wasn't drinking alone if you did it in public. This is what Pepper told herself, time and time again. It wasn't drinking alone if there were people around. Going out was good for her, her inner psychologist told her---she was interacting with the public, maybe even meeting someone if she was lucky.
Not that Pepper Potts had ever been particularly lucky.
So she was drinking (not) alone, still in her work suit, giving critical thought and introspection to the sugared rim of her lemon drop. She had a job again. That was something, wasn't it? She'd almost missed the ulcers and stress. It was impossible for her to be happy or settled into a nice, normal job.
No. No, Pepper had to work for superheroes. Always with the superheroes.