you came on your own, that's how you'll leave

[boughtabookstore]

Date & Time: 8/13-ish?
Location: some bar somewhere in the Hold
Characters: Roslyn & Tony
Summary: So how about that drinking as a method of coping with being forced to relive bad memories, huh.
Warnings: discussion of violence I imagine.

[ She hasn't been drinking constantly. But at night, heading to one of the quieter bars, the ones that the other transports don't seem to frequent - well, it's easier. Easier than sleeping, easier than not sleeping, a faster way to forgetfulness.

And that's what she wants. This entire place, this entire thing with the Initiative and the constant fuck-ups - as far as she's concerned, right now it can all just go to hell.

She sees Stark nearly as soon as he comes in the door - he's kind of hard to miss - and sighs and orders another drink for herself. Part of the point of being here was that she wouldn't have to talk to or look at anyone else who knew about that whole utter mess.

It's possible he won't notice her, and at the moment that's what she's hoping for. ]

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[fe_male]

[ .... ] You're horrifically creative, you know that?

[ Three shots ordered, three shots taken, wow okay three shots on top of everything else, he can't tell if he actually feels the difference or is just going numb in the face by this point. ] Two stools to the left or right?

[boughtabookstore]

I've been told I have my moments.

[ Sipping her own drink still, but slowly because she just realized that he gets to get revenge next. ] Left. Good luck, soldier.

[fe_male]

[ He glances over to the target - it serves well enough to hide his blinking to keep the individual in proper focus, because he really wasn't lying about hitting those other bars beforehand, and those three shots are hitting him a little harder than he was expecting as a result. But he swings back to look at her for a moment before sliding off the stool with balance that's born purely of experience. ] Easy. [ Never mind that he hasn't actually bartered a way to prove that the other person thinks he's sober. Or at least, not drunk. Whoops.

He wanders over and starts the conversation, which isn't all that difficult because, hey, he's Tony Stark, even if he is just about shit-faced, and actually that might make him more Tony Stark than normal, if anything, so there's always that. The person doesn't seem too off-put, marginally generous but not entirely unamused in the first place, and it's a reasonably short conversation before he wanders back, if nothing else then feeling triumphant, and with a phone number. ] Hah. Done.

[boughtabookstore]

[ She sets her drink down and looks at him when he comes back, glances at the phone number because seriously, that's impressive right there, she'll take that as proof that he convinced her at least reasonably well since they didn't set up a specific way to determine it. ] I did say we'd have better luck getting you a girl.

Good work.

[fe_male]

So I passed then? [ He either convinced her he was sober or convinced her reasonably well that he would be just as pleasant sober as he was while drunk. Same thing, right? ] Is it my turn to tell you what to do now?

[boughtabookstore]

You passed. [ She wouldn't say you'd failed even if she thought you had, that would just give you more reason to mess with her. ]

Yes. Dare. [ Blandly. ]

[fe_male]

I dare you tooooo... Karaoke. I dare you to karaoke.

[boughtabookstore]

... Fine.

Any particular song?

[fe_male]

Nah, that can be up to you. Bonus points for anything you're heard me play before though.

[boughtabookstore]

[ She finishes her drink and then goes to change songs to this because her taste in music is ancient and will stay that way until further notice. She's not a bad singer, but her sense of rhythm isn't too great and she's obviously had no training and not a great deal of musical inclination. She finishes as quickly as she can and slides back into her seat. ]

Truth or dare.

[fe_male]

[ he's kind of impressed regardless. he would have probably sung a ke$ha song because screw actually showing people things you genuinely like, and lol like he can sing ac/dc. nobody can sing ac/dc, not even most of ac/dc. ]

Uhhh, truth.

[boughtabookstore]

[ man the only real current music she knows is from what her coworkers used to play and it's been a while since she was listening to that. and truth, hmmm. ]

What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

[ she could go for philosophical hard hitting questions or she could do the drunk easy route. ]

[fe_male]

[ you really ought to listen to more stuff then. spend more time with tony - he'll broaden anyone's pop culture knowledge

honestly he would have done dare but he doesn't want to stand up again that quickly. serves him right, this question ]

I mixed up a Reynolds number for a Deborah number once in the middle of a presentation for class once. That was pretty humiliating.

[boughtabookstore]

[ looks like that's in the general cards for her guess her pop culture knowledge is going to increase then.

sure does! she might not want to go for emotionally tough questions but she's not walking away without blackmail material. ... better blackmail material than that. ]

I have no idea what you just said.

[fe_male]

That's your problem. [ Is that a drink he still has? Welp. Looks like he doesn't anymore. ] Not mine. You didn't specify that it had to be universally relatable. Truth or dare?

[boughtabookstore]

[ Fine, he gets away with it this time. She eyes him a little bit, dissatisfied, and then shrugs.

Truth. [ she's not doing karaoke again, okay. ]

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, he knows he'll pay for that here probably quite shortly. ]

Have you had sex with anyone since you got brought here?

[boughtabookstore]

Yes.

[ you didn't ask for clarification tony, that was a yes or no question and she's not adding on if she doesn't have to. ]

Truth or dare?

[fe_male]

[ yeah yeah he figured that would happen after how he just answered yours ]

Gimme truth again.

[boughtabookstore]

[ y u p. give her a moment to think and order another drink, because actual coherent thought is getting kind of hard at this point. ]

Howww. How many people have you had sex with since you got here?

[fe_male]

[ pause.

after a moderate number of moments: ] Wait, did you say how many people or how many times?

[boughtabookstore]

How many people. [ she's fairly certain that's what she said, at least. ]

[fe_male]

Easier to count. I think seven.

[boughtabookstore]

[ A slight toast with her glass, and then she sets it down and doesn't order another one for the moment, because she's starting to realize she's at the point where downing alcohol like it's going out of style is actually a Bad Idea. How long this good judgment will last is questionable. ]

Well done. [ weighing pros and cons for a moment. ] Truth.

[fe_male]

[ is there a point like that he isn't that familiar with that kind of realization ]

Thank you. What's your type?