12785/The Big Starkbowski

The Big Starkbowski
Date of Scene:	03 March 2021
Location:	Penthouse - Stark Tower
Synopsis:	Tony and Pepper talk for a bit.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Pepper Potts

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Iron Man has posed:
Tony was up late doing some recreational celebrating. Deep into the cups, he's sitting on the couch with his head lulled back against the cushion and a nice sheen of sweat across his brow despite the glass wall opening on the cold New York winter night. "bABY I got your MONey dontcha wURRY..." Singing expressively off key over the music playing entirely too loud at this hour.

He should have been in bed a long time ago.

Wearing a t-shirt, boxers, bunny slippers, and a bathrobe, he doesn't show any signs of stopping.

Pepper Potts has posed:
It's not hard, really, keeping track of Tony when he's in the Tower. All that is required is a quick question to JARVIS, and the tattletale will give over any information requested, unless Tony's specifically told the AII not to. She's learned over the years how to get information; it's how she's honed her negotiation skills. It's all in the phrase.

She's not living in the Penthouse, but work does mean many, many hours in the office. The elevator *dings* and out she steps with a *click* of her heels on the marble. Heels come off once she's in the Penthouse proper, and padding over in the middle of the song, the first order of business?

"JARVIS, close the window please? Before Mr Stark freezes to death." Her tones take a tone that sounds a deep sigh. "As it is, it feels like below freezing in here."

"The temperature is 57.4 degrees fahrenheit."

Pepper's eyes roll briefly, and with that long suffering sound, she continues, "Thank you."

Next, however.. Tony?

"Tony.. I think you've.." Pepper finishes her path, finally stopping to where he is, and reaches for the glass. "It's late.."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony rolls his head over to the side to watch Pepper pad across the marble floor, only springing to life when she's within striking distance.. Reaching out for her hand, one arm around her waist, he spins around in a lazy couple of circles before letting her loose with the glass she'd originally reached for in her palm. "I know! It's..." Glancing at his watch, "Wait, it's four in the morning?" The tell tale sound of intoxicated slur on his voice, just the obnoxious side of enebriation.

"Huh..."

Headed for the bar to replace the glass she'd so helpfully relieved him of, he only stumbles over a few items in his path. "You know, I was thinking I might reprogram JARVIS to sound like Morgan Freeman.." Appropo nothing.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper is captured, spun, and as she moves, her steps stutter, and once on the other side, she has possession of the glass. Empty, of course. "Yes," she acknowledges, "it's late." The words come out as an exhaled phrase, oft used. "And you have-"

Tony's on the move before she can finish, and Pepper goes after him, easily navigating. "You don't need any more. It's time to actually get some sleep.." is called at his back. She reaches the bar, and turns to face him, though she twists to set the glass down on the counter top. Brows rise as the spoken drunken thought exits, however.

"No.. please don't. If you even consider it, I'll ask him to hide the file somewhere so it's not lost."