cause I've got friends in low places

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Characters: Jason McConnell, Tony Stark
Location: Coordinates Tony sent Jason to.
Planet: Coruscant
When: Monday night
What: Tony needs a drinking partner. Jason needs to prove himself to his new boss.
Rating: PG-13 because it's Tony Stark? Will update if necessary.

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[tonywankenobi]

Considering the coordinates Tony sent him were the exact coordinates to his apartment, Jason should not have far to walk before stumbling upon it which, for the sake of easy location, contains a Tony standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. If the conversation they had just finished wasn't a good indicator, Tony had already begun the night by himself.

There was a lot to drink to. On the happy side of things, the company was showing promise. Tony had never really started Stark Industries back on Earth so this was a new experience for him. On the less happy side of things, Tony was stuck on a planet far away, living a less than glamorous life and was still Tony Stark. (And that, in and of itself, was reason enough to drink.)

Tony saw the message on his Starkpad and replied to it immediately. Unless you're reading them wrong, I didn't send the wrong coordinates.

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Jason read the message back and gave another look around. Glancing to his right, he spotted Tony. The boy felt foolish missing him right there in front of his eyes but at least he'd found the guy. And at least there'd be drinking. He felt the bag in his pocket that he'd remembered to bring reminding himself that he had it before jogging over to Tony's door.

"Sorry about that," he said. He was jittery. Nervous. What if he came off like some people-pleasing teenager. No, he needed to come off as an adult. And maybe the illegal substance in his possession would help that. If he was interested.

Then again, Jason was saving it. He decided to feel Tony out to see if he should even suggest they partake.

[tonywankenobi]

"Kept me waiting a whole three minutes," Tony said with almost a sarcastic ring to his voice because he really didn't care. He's kept people waiting for far longer than that, but then again, he is Tony Stark. He held his finger up for a second while he stared at the clock on his Starkpad. "Wait...now it's been three minutes."

He moved out of the doorway as if to invite Jason in. His apartment, honestly, was in a bit of disarray. Usually Tony is relatively good at keeping his toys and parts organized but there had just been so much to build and so much to do and so much to take apart. Plus, he didn't plan on staying there so he did what he felt like.

However, he knew where everything was and he definitely knew where his booze was.

"I tidied up the place for our date."

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Jason chuckled moving past Tony. He looked around, made little mental notes without judgment. He himself was an eighteen year old bachelor. So, while he was a tidy person he could definitely let things go for days on end.

Jason nodded, shrugging off his jacket before turning to face Stark.

"Well, I feel special," he said, smiling. He was half-joking but not trying to mock his boss. Then he realized how complicated the idea behind one thing said had been and he looked away and did another once-over.

"My last date involved dinner and - well, I never made it to dinner," he said, shrugging. Now, that, was not supposed to be him hitting on his boss or oversharing and yet he felt as if it had accomplished both.

[tonywankenobi]

There is no shame in bachelorhood AKA Tony's second job.

Both of Tony's eyebrows perched up at Jason's confession. It wasn't a concept that was completely foreign to him, but since being on Coruscant, dates have been scarce for the genius, playboy, billionaire philanthropist. However, usually Tony's dates never included din--

Wait, why is this narrative even talking about dating?

Tony reached for a glass and gave it a slight toss in Jason's direction. "Hope you're hungry," he said.

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"Starved."

Jason caught it, having not lost one ounce of his skills when it came to sports. Always the jock, he didn't flinch. He also realized Tony hadn't reacted. Well, that was nice. He may have been awkward. And nervous. But, Tony was taking it in stride.

He perched on the arm of the couch, looking into his glass.

[tonywankenobi]

Tony's mostly trollin' Jason and he's moderately intoxicated so any lack of reaction is entirely unintentional and not completely earth-shattering. He took the time to pour a glass for himself and then sit down in the chair.

"Not much of a drinking buddy, are you?" he pointed out, observing the glass which was not only half-empty but ENTIRELY empty. As far as he was concerned, he had gone out of his way to get him the glass and invite him over. Tony wasn't about to pour it for him too! "Don't sit down, I already have an hour and a half plus ten years head start on you. This is a man's sport, you can't be sitting down."

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Gaping, Jason decided to play along, getting up and filling his own glass before shaking his head and downing a shot's worth which -- was an incredibly horrible idea because that wasn't what it was for. But, he held back the burn reaction before pouring more and sipping from then on.

"Good thing I'm a man," he finally said, wincing.

[tonywankenobi]

Tony watched him, unsure whether or not to be impressed or completely ambivalent so he settled for his usual; douchey. "Luckily for you, this is about as difficult as that particular test gets," he admitted as he picked up the bottle and proceeded to top Jason's glass off just for kicks. Then, he topped his own off and held it up.

"To Stark Universal, I suppose," he said, "considering you work for me now, after all. Cheers with me here, don't make me do this alone. I'm beginning to feel unloved."

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"I'm -- cheersing," he said, holding his glass up. "You're always this ... bossy?" he asked. He clinked his glass against Tony's.

[tonywankenobi]

The clink was splendiferous if Tony did say so himself. Which he didn't, he merely thought it as he lowered his glass to look at his minion. "I'm your boss, I think that qualifies me to be a little bossy, don't you?"

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"While, yeah - that's ... logical. It's just a little weird for it to be bossish when we drink," he said, hesitantly. "I'm aware that when you drink it's polite to 'Cheers.' And I am definitely going to match you drink for drink," he added, instantly regretting his own promise. Well, no turning back, now!

[tonywankenobi]

His eyebrows will remained raised as this horrendous assumption! Tony does what he wants while he drinks, it's his alcohol and he can boss if he wants to. "If you can match me tonight, I'll double what I've already paid you."

As in nothing so far. But who is trolling now?

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"Oh, in invisible money? You're on," he replied, raising his glass again. "So, do you have nightly drinking partners? I feel like I'm a notch on your alcohol bedpost."

[tonywankenobi]

Tony looked over at Jason before downing the rest of his drink based solely on what was just said. There are already enough teenagers in Tony's life right now, he doesn't need the teenage boy making bedpost comparisons.

"Please don't say it like that ever again," he asked--nay. He pleaded. "Otherwise, I'm cutting this little drinking party short."

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Jason rolled his eyes, downing his own and setting it down before wandering off to get a good look at...that shelf over there.

"Lighten up, Tony," he said, getting a good stretch in, followed by a yawn. He whirled back around. "This is about drinking. Drinking is fun. Herego, this is fun."