tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Tony Stark {

idmakeitaweek} and Reinette {

fireplacegirl}
Summary; Tony asks Reinette to meet him at Lux for drinks and conversation, and she accepts.
Log;

Reinette slipped quietly out of the TARDIS. She hadn't seen the Doctor in a few hours, and assumed he was in one of the TARDIS's many rooms, still reeling from the arrival of the other Doctor. Best not to disturb him.

She removed the network device from her pocket and, after a few moments of fiddling with it, pulled up a map of the City. Nearly a month there, and she still had trouble finding her way about. The path to the library was one she could probably walk in her sleep, but the way to Lux was one she was unfamiliar with, having been only once before.

With some difficulty, Reinette found the bar, though at nearly fifteen minutes past the half hour they had agreed upon. She waded through the crowd inside the bar, searching for the face from the network. He wasn't hard to find; there were mostly women sitting at the bar tonight.

She put a light hand on his shoulder, offering up a smile. "Mr. Stark?"

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He's always pleased not to disappoint. "And if I don't?" he asks, curious of her answer.

"I think we can manage both. Late isn't something I'm concerned with. It's the early part of the day that I try to avoid."

He leads her back to the table and pours another glass of wine for her and orders a fresh scotch for himself.

She takes her seat and sips at her wine for a moment, considering his question.

"If you are unable to solve this conundrum, then you are in my debt in the amount of a week of evenings with you, spaced out however I like. I hope you do not find that too harsh."

Tony tilts his head back and laughs at this. "You drive a hard bargain but I'd hate to welch on a deal. I agree to your terms."

"Shall we agree also to a time limit? To keep things interesting and put you under some manner of pressure." She smiles, quite excited over the prospect of their game.

"A deadline is it?" Tony chuckles. "Alright but I get to meet these men to help me solve this mystery. What sort of time limit do you think is fair? I'll have to trust your judgment."

"Why should I allow you to meet them?" she scoffs. "That would surely give the game away, if you are allowed to ask them questions. And I should think two weeks is fair."

"If the terms were anything other than what they are, I'd think you wanted me to lose," Tony chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. "Two weeks it is then even if you won't allow me to meet them."

Reinette places a hand over her heart, mouth agape in mock offense. "I cannot believe you would imply such a thing. Why should I wish you to lose? What if I were to allow you to ask me questions? Yes or no only, of course, but at least you would have more to work with."

Tony chuckles at the mock offense. "Alright, I'll take that. We should limit it to five questions maybe."

She smiles and sips at her wine, excitement growing. "I had no mind to impose a limitation on your questions. What confidence you have to need only five questions."

"My only interest is in making sure this game is fair. You deserve as much chance to win as I do," Tony grins. Honestly, he could care less about the game. It's the flirting back and forth he and Reinette are doing right now that entertains him.

"If your intent was to level the field, then I feel you have done poorly. We may as well declare me the winner now and allow me to begin planning how you shall serve my reward." Likely it would involve many nights like this one, full of wine, dancing, and of course, flirting.

That makes Tony laugh out loud. "And I'm usually the one accused of being overconfident."

"While I would not wish to earn myself such a label as overconfident, I feel the rules of our little game are at least suffient to let me some manner of confidence." In truth, she cares not who "wins," for with the prizes they've agreed on, neither of them really loses. She just can't help but tease him about the potential outcome.

"As they should be," Tony smiles at her. He is really on the same page with her regarding 'winning' but he does have enough of a competitive streak in him that he will try. He just may not succeed given what he knows about the world and what he doesn't know about the Doctors.

"I look forward to hearing your questions. You have only five; be sure not to waste them. With such a rule one would think you are trying not to win," she says with a smile. Reinette really does wonder at the questions he'll ask, and if he'll manage the riddle in only five.

"Give me a couple of days to work it out and come up with some good ones," Tony says. "I always try to win. I'm too competitive not to."

"Please, take your time. It is nice to have something other than curses to look forward to. May I?" she asks, reaching for the bottle of wine.

"Of course. It's entirely for you. I don't usually drink wine. Champagne occasionally," Tony gestures to the bottle. "My my you are bored. I'll have to see if I can remedy that."

"Perhaps you and I should share a bottle of champagne sometime," Reinette suggests, reaching for the bottle and pouring herself only a half-glass.

"And I will not deny a certain amount of boredom. I spend my un-cursed days dreading my cursed ones. Those days are like dreading a death sentence you know is coming, but not when. I try to spend them as normally as possible: I work at the library, take tea every afternoon with a friend, and yet...," she trails off. "There still is no sense of normalcy. Perhaps restless would best describe how I feel. If you can find a remedy for that, I would be most grateful," she says with a smile. In truth, his company tonight has already relieved a good deal of her restlessness. The Doctor has been either busy or absent as of late, and she is glad to have someone over the age of fifteen to have an extended conversation with.

"I'll make note of it for our next meeting," Tony chuckles. He sobers listening to her commentary about her days. It's probably the hardest to hear since he's arrived only because it's not much of an existence when put that way.

"I'd prescribe more wine, less tea and more dancing with me. Less routine, more spontaneity might not hurt though."

"There is a certain little girl who would be very disappointed if I stopped showing up for tea. As for your prescription, doctor," she smiles at her own joke, "I will have to maintain the tea, but could certainly do with more wine - or champagne - and more dancing with you. We shall have to see about spontaneity; I believe the City has used up my share already."

"See that's the wrong kind of spontaneity. You're not really being spontaneous. You're reacting. You have to act instead," Tony insists with a sip of his drink. "I can live with the tea maintenance. Since there's a kid involved."

"What sort of spontaneous acts would you suggest? Perhaps you could lead by example. Or perhaps not," she says with a shake of her head. "You might be a bad influence. And as for my friend, I am glad that you would not see her disappointed. She is a lovely young girl. An empress in her world and a friend from my time here before. We are making new memories, as she calls it, since upon my return I have forgot all of our ones previous."

"That depends on what sorts of experiences you're open to. When I'm finished with my suit I'll take you flying. If you trust me," Tony smiles at her. "It's an odd phenomenon. Being here and not remembering anything. I've been told I was here before and obviously it's true but I don't remember any of it."

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