Sparkle still wasn't over being turned into a kid the other weekend. It seemed like such a little thing, and he hadn't come to any harm or anything, but he hated - hated - being vulnerable like that, and having those vulnerabilities bared to the whole damn world
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Kitty was good and even opened the bar early today. For reasons. Election reasons.
There was coverage on in the back room, and Kitty was leaning through the bar at times to get a better view of the screen. She wasn't going to leave the bar, though, because she had a feeling people might need a bartender today.
With a nice, completely oversized cup of coffee and a pastry that was... vaguely healthy, Tony was starting the day right. Because he needed some of that while he sifted through some stolen emails JARVIS had grabbed from SHIELD last night to see if there was anything worth looking into
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No, the bar did not cease to exist once the dates were done. It ceased being an open bar, though, but that was okay, you had money, right? Come on, buy your favorite date another drink! Don't be stingy
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Tony was in the future. He was in the future, had an apartment, robot butler, and no one to realize he was a giant freaking nerd. Also, the apartment was surprisingly well stocked in alcohol
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Having something concrete to focus his efforts on was an immense relief for Tony. Even if that focus was half scribbled plans for new toys for Jessica's other other job on a slightly coffee stained napkin
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After a second and decidedly more private funeral in the Arctic, Tony was back on island. This time there wasn't any music to distract him, which wasn't nearly as fun. But hey, thems the breaks
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