Log ongoing; closed

[thedoe]

When; January 8
Rating; PG-13 or so? There's drinking.
Characters; Tony Stark and Lily Potter
Summary; Lily is sad. Harry left. Tony thinks drinking will help. She's not sure it won't. This is a scene in progress from LJ.
Log;

Ah, yes. I'll be in the ballroom in moments.

[A brief pause]

Thank you

[And she shuts the device off. She's going to apparate since she's been in the ballroom. If Tony is quick, he'll see her appear. If he's not, she'll be waiting there for him to escort her to the workspace with the alcohol.]

[He is...not quick. But he strides up with a quieter smirk than usual.]

My lady- your carriage awaits.

Lily gives him a weak smile, tucking her wand in the pocket of her skirt.

"Somehow I wouldn't dismiss the idea of an actual carriage from you."

She's attempting to deal with losing Harry this way and for the most part, she is doing all right even if her smiles seem a bit hollow and her conversation a bit lacking in usual wit.

Comments

[thedoe]

She sits down in one of the chairs, accepting the glass from the bot with a quiet thank you. She takes a sip and then turns her attention back to Tony.

"Not having champagne as well?"

[ironmanic]

"I can probably have one before JARVIS decides to raise the red alert on me." Tony rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his delicious, wonderful chlorophyll. He sits on his desk, not caring for the various and rare papers he doesn't store on his server.

I ONLY DO ASK I AM ASKED, SIR.

[thedoe]

Lily looks around at the sound of JARVIS' voice, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm assuming that's not a disembodied voice. You can tell whomever it is raising the alert that I was very insistent and it's impolite to let a lady drink alone."

[ironmanic]

"That's just JARVIS. He runs the house." He gestures to Dummy who then prepares him a flute of champagne as well before setting aside his water bottle of blackness. "And I can't argue with that logic. I am a gentleman, after all."

He nods his thanks to his robot and raises his glass to her.

[thedoe]

"I wouldn't think you were anything but."

She raises her glass. "Shall we toast to friends then?"

[ironmanic]

"Cheers. To great friendship." He gives something of a smirk, lifting his glass toward her before knocking back a long sip. The champagne burns sweet in his throat, and he exhales with a long, content sigh.

"Now that hit the spot."

[thedoe]

"Now, why aren't you supposed to drink?"

She has an idea, having seen him drain the glass while she's still sipping. Just because she doesn't want to concentrate on her problems, doesn't mean she doesn't want to concentrate on his.

[ironmanic]

"I was told I'd be suitably harassed if I did. Supposedly for company -- don't know where he got the idea that I needed it." He wears an exasperated expression, shaking his head at the memory of Steve in this very workroom.

Regardless of his complaints, the thought that someone does care enough - especially Captain Freaking America - is somewhat pleasant. Weird, but pleasant.