Dim light broke apart the amber liquid in Tony Stark’s glass into browns and golds across his crisp white shirt collar. There was a mouthful left, filling in the gaps left behind the smoothed edges of half melted ice. He shifted the tumbler back towards him and the sound of solid and liquid made a pleasant, bell like sound that pricked at his ears. He exhaled, breath condensing on the edge of the glass held close to his lips for just a moment before it faded away just as he finished the scotch.
That was half a bottle gone in less than an hour. It was not a new record and though he had put the stopper back in the crystal decanter, given that it rested on the desk within reach, it should have known it wasn’t safe. He wrenched it off and tossed it aside, ignoring how it rolled to the edge of his desk and caught on a napkin sketch of a new armor design he’d yet to translate into anything more than ballpoint pen on stained paper. Grabbing the neck of the decanter, Tony leaned forward to kiss the neck of the bottle to his glass, stopping for just a moment as something moved out of the darkness in front of him.
“FRIDAY, you’re fired,” he said without slurring, a trademark of a functioning alcoholic. “Put ‘trash FRIDAY and find an AI that’s better with Stark Security protocols’ on the agenda for tomorrow at ten, right after setting up interviews for a new head of security. Just because he’s in the hospital doesn’t mean he gets to lay down on the job.”
He finished pouring his glass. Three-fifths. Too much. He drank half anyway and refilled it precisely to the line it had been out before and then addressed the shadow again with his eyes. He arched both eyebrows, waiting for whatever move it would be taking. He was hoping this wouldn’t end in a fight. He just had the place re-painted.
Yes, there went the eye roll again before Tony hooked his finger around Bruce’s. “Sold, to the guy with the guy with the curry. We’ll listen to Rogers and decide objectively what to do.”
The touch didn’t linger. Tony went back to eating just after and stayed maybe a smidge too long when he finally noticed Banner yawning with near exaggeration. He agreed to meet him tomorrow around ten and they’d drive up together. Tony had a new Audi he wanted to show off anyway.
Asking where James was, and getting the answer that he was measuring his room and looking through online cataloged, Tony decided to head to bed. For once, he wasn’t even thinking about a drink, though the soft rustle of memories kept him awake for a little while longer.
His dreams were not pleasant, but at least they were his own. The void. Space. The fall. Just standard nightmares, the unfortunate happenstance of not having alcohol to help him pass out.
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That was half a bottle gone in less than an hour. It was not a new record and though he had put the stopper back in the crystal decanter, given that it rested on the desk within reach, it should have known it wasn’t safe. He wrenched it off and tossed it aside, ignoring how it rolled to the edge of his desk and caught on a napkin sketch of a new armor design he’d yet to translate into anything more than ballpoint pen on stained paper. Grabbing the neck of the decanter, Tony leaned forward to kiss the neck of the bottle to his glass, stopping for just a moment as something moved out of the darkness in front of him.
“FRIDAY, you’re fired,” he said without slurring, a trademark of a functioning alcoholic. “Put ‘trash FRIDAY and find an AI that’s better with Stark Security protocols’ on the agenda for tomorrow at ten, right after setting up interviews for a new head of security. Just because he’s in the hospital doesn’t mean he gets to lay down on the job.”
He finished pouring his glass. Three-fifths. Too much. He drank half anyway and refilled it precisely to the line it had been out before and then addressed the shadow again with his eyes. He arched both eyebrows, waiting for whatever move it would be taking. He was hoping this wouldn’t end in a fight. He just had the place re-painted.
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at work now <3
Re: at work now <3
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sorry for the crappy replies, phone tags are not my friend
I’m so honored to get phone tags!!
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The touch didn’t linger. Tony went back to eating just after and stayed maybe a smidge too long when he finally noticed Banner yawning with near exaggeration. He agreed to meet him tomorrow around ten and they’d drive up together. Tony had a new Audi he wanted to show off anyway.
Asking where James was, and getting the answer that he was measuring his room and looking through online cataloged, Tony decided to head to bed. For once, he wasn’t even thinking about a drink, though the soft rustle of memories kept him awake for a little while longer.
His dreams were not pleasant, but at least they were his own. The void. Space. The fall. Just standard nightmares, the unfortunate happenstance of not having alcohol to help him pass out.