11 ❂ video + action

[ironmanic]

If I have to hear one more song by Taylor Swift, I'm going to- I don't know. Deface public property. Punch a few babies. Wear white after labor day.

[Tony is grumbling as he walks through the Square and Vanessa Carlton's A Thousand Miles song plays. You know the one. All he wants is a beer not to fall into skies with teardrops on his guitar or whatever.

But after a minute of grumble-less moments, he starts to bop his head to the beat anyway.]

[Until, that is, a woman, (probably a woman- but it's a shot from behind, long dark hair and shape the only clues, wearing a suit, clutching their side), stumbles right in to the man.

She (?) looks up, reaches up- and then fists her hands in Tony's hair to yank him down to her level, and starts to kiss him. Odd enough behavior, but it's not even just a kiss, that is a deep get-a-room type of kiss.

Until its suddenly not, and the his partner just shoves him away and... Stumbles off screen.]

[For a moment, Tony is stunned. Tony Stark is not often stunned.

What the-- hey, hold the phone, I am not going to take this kind of objectification. Not without dinner and roses, anyway.

[Annnd he shoulders his way through the crowd to catch up with her.]

[ooc | tags from me will likely be slow until my next day off sob. But say hello to Hazuki everyone!]

Comments

[ironmanic]

Shut up.

[warmachine]

Nope.

[ironmanic]

Actually, I can't tell if you're judging me or surprised that even I just got snogged out of nowhere.

[warmachine]

Judging you, Tony. Always judging you, haven't you realised?

[ironmanic]

No because I like to think sometimes you totally trust my judgment.

[warmachine]

Well, sometimes.

[ironmanic]

You got a soundtrack going on today that doesn't involve girls with pianos?

[warmachine]

I have no soundtrack at all. Seems I'm skipping this one. You're on your own, man.

[ironmanic]

Come on, I'll even share.

[warmachine]

Yeah, you're sharing all right. Loudly, and I think involuntarily. [ A beat. ] I'll come by in a bit.

[ironmanic]

For what?

[warmachine]

Laughing at your soundtrack.

[ironmanic]

I'm playing Madonna in your office for a month.

[warmachine]

Then I'm letting that Doctor guy invade your lab and befriend Dummy.

[ironmanic]

Hey, at least Madonna's hot. In a weird plastic surgery kind of way.

[warmachine]

That doesn't mean I have to like her music.

[ironmanic]

[Annnddd Tony starts singing.]

Like a virgin- touched for the very first time-

[warmachine]

Oh, for the love of — please just stop.

[ironmanic]

Gonna give you all my love, boy-

[NOPE NOT STOPPING]

[warmachine]

I hate you.

[ironmanic]

Not feeling it? Maybe if I picked a sexier song.

[warmachine]

Really, there's no need.

[ironmanic]

Was Like a Virgin too sexy for you?

[warmachine]

I wouldn't exactly say sexy...

[ironmanic]

No, I probably wouldn't either, if we're being honest here.