3457/Just a late drink

Just a late drink
Date of Scene:	22 December 2017
Location:	Stark Tower, New York City
Synopsis:	Thor and Scarlet witch make unusual showings at Tony's Party.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Thor, Scarlet Witch

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Iron Man has posed:
The STARK holiday party re-launched the following evening, much to the dismay of some of the employees that were surprised by this move. Tony Stark, of course, can lend to the unpredictable. However, being certain that some of those he absolutely wanted to come DID make it is important. While some Avengers did come the first night, there are others with invitation to the second.

It is now late, though, and many guests have retired for the evening. The music is currently calm from the band, a low key number that suggests dancing, and Tony, for the moment, is having a break, seated near the bar, fielding a variety of odd questions about his tech announcement from the previous night. And, of course, enjoying a drink, eyes passing over his domain of various guests enjoying themselves.

Thor has posed:
    Having waited to be fashionably late, or because he simply forgot which building was Starks, Thor, the son of Odin has finally arrived at the party and good lord his attire, what was once covered in the best Asgardian armor, is now, well covered in some fairly casual clothes. Gone is the cape and special chain mail, in its place is a open front cashmere sweater with a black undershirt, and some jean he must have had painted on over a pair of yellow Timberlands he got somehow.

    With his hands going up in the air, Thor bellows, "Hark, where is the man of the hour who hath promised me drinks enough to apease a ravenous boar!?"

Iron Man has posed:
The shout draws a lot of attention. As does the attire. There are some employees near Thor, in their stiff black tie dress, trying to decide if they actually SHOULD try to block him over the clothing problem, or what. Fortunately for them, Tony Stark does move to handle it, with a bemused smile, handing off his empty glass to the bartender, and strolling over to Thor.

"Whoa there, cowboy," Tony says, taking in the clothes with mild dispair. "You certainly came prepared for a good time ... of SOME type, and that's a bonus," Tony says, approaching with a smile. The employees relax in relief.

Thor has posed:
    "I am not a cowboy! If anything I am a bullman, Howardson!" Oh dear lord Captain Rogers must have told Thor about Tony's father.

    The blond god steps in and extends his hand to catch Tony by the forarm in what could be described as the predecessor to the handshake. But manlier and much more vigorous. "I always come prepared for a good time, especially if there is to be a fight my awkwardly bearded friend." Thor remarks as he heads towards the scent of liquor.

Iron Man has posed:
"Yep, not arguing about the bull," Tony quips, mostly to himself, since Thor will probably just agree with it, lacking subtext. He huffs a grunt as he's suddenly pulled in with the manly handshake. "There's a bit of a whole... party theme thing goin' on here," Tony explains, with a gesture to another partygoer's long sequinned red dress. "I'm sure you appreciate that. ...I do." He pauses to appreciate her, perhaps a bit too long, and --oops, off Thor goes. "Whoa, whoa; makeover time, bring the thunder on over here," Tony says, moving to attempt to steer Thor, leading towards a subtle door on the left.

Thor has posed:
    "Tony, you're midgardian breasts are too weak for me to enjoy. I do not want to pop another one." Thor says, not really catching Tony's drift and continues to move towards the bar after the handshake is given.

    "Tony, my clothes are fine. The alcohol does not care what I am wearing. Nor does the women who keep trying to steal glances at the awesome power of Thor." The god just doesn't get it.

Iron Man has posed:
"As your host, I'm attempting to give you ... gifts of finery. Are you /refusing/ the gifts? Very sad day. /Very/ sad," Tony adapts, in dismay, 'saddened'. "I've a whole crew eager to help out." Tony finger snaps urgently at a patch of mixed security and assistants, who pick up on what's going on real fast and come over. Not that they look eager, they look mostly uncertain. "All hands on deck, set Thor up in a godly manner, to draw even more eyes. If he likes. But... If not... eh, not," Tony instructs them loudly, before lifting a hand indifferently, starting to turn away.

Thor has posed:
    Thor is taken away by the men without too much argument, and with his blond head poking out above the swarm of Stark help, Thor looks over his shoulder at Tony. "I still want my alcohol Tony!"

    Sequestered in the room, Thor is quickly given a 'godly' make over, or what Stark and his people would think godly means. What that is, I don't know, but we'll find out next pose, wont we?

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Her plane had touched down in New York without fanfare or incident. Her single bag cleared by customs in a similiarly uneventful fashion. In fact, it all was rather uneventful. There was a cab waiting right outside the airport doors. The traffic was minimal on the way to the Avenger's mansion.

It all was rather... Ordinary.

Or would have been, had Wanda been able to find who she was looking for. Sadly, there was no Cap'n to speak of. Or anyone else that she cared to address herself to in the manner she needed.

No worries. There were always ways and means.

Had she known there was a party, Wanda might have chosen a different route. As it was, her arrival at Tony's soiree came long after the bulk of the crowd had found their ways home, or to after parties. Those who were left were engaged in quieter conversations. More intimate affairs than the usual rowdiness of such things. In short, things were winding down.

Which was just as well, all things considered.

It was clear that Wanda hadn't expected a party. Her clothing was elegant, but understated, and most definitely not qualifying as black tie. At least not in the strictest of senses. Even though she hadn't an official invitation, her position as an Avenger got her waved through the doors. And even if it hadn't, she'd have been waved through. Sometimes that's just how life worked around Wanda. And given her mood, and why she'd returned to New York, she wouldn't have felt guilty about that either.

As it happens, there was no need. She was ushered in, if with a slight askance of gaze for her lack of black tie attire. It didn't take her long to spot Tony, the woman taking a purposeful stride across the room to reach him, stopping in front of him. Barely waiting for his acknowledgement of her, she greets him somewhat tersely, "Where is my father."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony helps himself to alcohol after finally getting the blonde difficulty out of play for a few moments. He gives brief instructions to the waitress, and steps aside into that side door to quietly address JARVIS, making sure things are going fine.

Indeed, they are, though what Thor's opinion on if the attire is godly may be another thing. However, Tony did pick up on Thor's tight pants preference, so that makes it's way into the loaner black tuxedo provided, as well as a rich gold vest, tie. Which will certainly pull plenty of eyes upon return.

Tony looks immediately to Wanda when she approaches, brows lifting, but doesn't argue. "Under arrest, last I knew. Certainly not here," Tony supplies to Wanda. "Glad you got my invitation." It's not sarcastic, he probably thinks he sent her one.

Thor has posed:
    Thor shows up moments later in a tuxedo that barely fits. It's the right length all around, but his shoulders are broad, and his chest is barelled. His thighs are thick, and calves muscular. The god is in a penguin suit with a nearly shimmering tie and vest and somehow a matching pocket square. The man steps out of the room and is tugging at his lapel and sleeve of his jacket. "I do not wish to wear these useless clothes Tony." Thor warns as he nears the bar and spots Wanda. One of the few women that could ever scare him and with that he gives her a kind bow, the tails of his coat hanging behind his knees. "Well met Erikdottir."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda's anger isn't at Tony, and the woman does not lay the brunt of her frustrations at his feet. Instead, giving him a small inclination of head, and an apology. "Of course. You would not know. How foolish of me to think." Her words carry the memory of the accent of her childhood, colouring her tones into something nearly exotic. "I did not mean to interrupt your party. It was.. How do you say, thoughtless of me."

She has the grace to look, if not abashed, at least uncomfortable with the fact that she is now at his home, while he is clearly entertaining, and she unprepared for such an event. Even if he seems to think he has invited her.

Thor's arrival saves her from any further apology, the young woman unable to contain a ghost of a smile as she watches him in his discomfort. There is little that she can do about the attire requirements he's been so clearly forced to engage in, and knowing Thor, Wanda has no doubt they may have been necessary requirements, but the rest she can fix. For all their sakes.

"Thor. It is too long I think. Please, let me." And without fanfare, she moves close enough to brush her hands along the tuxedo, smoothing the fabric as she does, each slight gesture causing the poor, strained thing to fit the godly body it has been placed upon with much greater ease. "Sometimes it is that these things only need you to relax. Roll the shoulders some and let it fit better. Yes? There. Now you must feel better." And, well he should, the ill-fitting tux looking like it had been made to order for the blonde haired god.

Iron Man has posed:
"You haven't, you've brought some much needed ...sparkle in," Tony says to Wanda, waving off the intrusion as no problem and looking at her attire. "Close enough." It's not jeans she's wearing, after all. And it's late. And he doesn't think he continues to care that much. But putting Thor in a tux? Funny, as it turns out.

Tony coughs at Thor briefly. "A price of looking great, I know," Tony agrees offhandedly, and indicates sideways with his free hand that the bar needs to pay a lot of attention to Thor. They are more than ready to serve; Tony knows what to order from experience, and it's being set onto the bartop for Thor.

"I knew we were missing out on having you," Tony says appreciatively to Wanda, as Wanda repairs the clothing issue for Thor. "After the party I can look into your questions, if you're sticking around?"

Thor has posed:
    Thor rolls his shoulders back and somehow looks even bigger after Wanda's hands on his chest, the god on the other side of the tux shrugging slightly before he turns his gaze to Tony and then finally over to the bar, that gets a subtle sparkle in his eye.

    He pats at Wanda's head as though she was a child, which to him they all were, but he smiles kindly before saying, "Thank you Erikdottir." Then the blonde god walks over to the bar and rolls his eyes at the lack of barstool, but then shrugs and leans against the counter with one elbow. "Give me the strongest drink you have barkeep!"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There's a flitting smile upon Wanda's lips as she finishes smoothing Thor's tux out. It's a little thing, but one she can do without much fanfare or disturbing of things. Not to mention, a happy Thor is a much more pleasant Thor. That, and she's a soft spot for the god at times.

In a gesture both casual, and familiar, she leans and kisses his cheek briefly - barely touching Thor's cheek with her lips. "It was my pleasure All-Father. And there. You look fit for all the women who will be wishing you to say hello. No?" She nods at him as she steps away to allow him to do as he please. "Yes. I think so."

Tony, however, she is much more serious with, if contemplative. "I had not known you were entertaining. I confess, I was upset and thinking only of myself." Indeed, she isn't wearing jeans. Her outfit for travel being nothing more than simple, tailored slacks in black with matching blazer, and an equally simple blouse in cream, its scoop necked collar embroided with threads almost a perfect match for the fabric itself, but that gleam and glimmer in the light as she moves. Something of a festive twinkle, if totally by chance. "It is okay if I stay?" Her words hesitant as the woman has not yet decided if she wishes to stay, but now that she is here, uncertain as to the rudeness of merely withdrawing, especially after her abrupt entry.

Iron Man has posed:
The barkeep sends a questioning look at Tony, who subtly dips his head. The barkeep can give it a shot with appeasing Thor, Tony will go with it. Tony stretches and smiles some, before actually pausing to rub his eyes. The long pair of party nights... Tony is doing well at maintaining, but it's starting to show, around the edges. He's not twenty anymore. The barkeep mixes a White Lightning and puts it out for Thor. "However many he wants," Tony informs the bartender. The party is winding down even more now, but if Thor wants to drink until noon, that's fine with Stark.

"You can. I've guest rooms with Avenger stars on the doors and everything," Tony assures Wanda. "There's also rooms at the Avenger Mansion if you like. I'll grant access back across to you." He manages to mask a yawn, pulling a device from his interior coat pocket that lights up with a little holographic display, and does exactly what he said he would. "Done."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda gives Tony a faint smile. "I think I will retire for the evening, if you do not mind. I have things to think about, and my flight was long."

It's a quiet offering of words from the woman, ending in a polite inclination of head. "But I do appreciate the offering of hospitality. Perhaps another time."

And with that, she merely withdraws, availing herself of the car service employed for the evening, and taking herself back to her room at the Avenger mansion where she can think in peace and the relative comforts of a familiar home. Such as those things come to her.