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shoot2thrill) wrote2013-01-27 08:06 pm
shoot2thrill) wrote2013-01-27 08:06 pm
[pfsb-verse for pepper]
There are days in which Tony Stark feels like a goddamn rockstar, and then there are days in which Tony Stark knows he is a goddamn rockstar. This is one of those latter days; he stumbled into the bar this morning on his way into one of the labs at Stark Industries.
And while he was momentarily disappointed at the fact that he would be spending the day away from his latest project, the disappointment quickly faded when he realized that the time-stopping qualities of the bar would enable him to get more work done without losing any precious time with his newest toys.
The 'work' in question: a day spent surfing in water that didn't require a wetsuit. Bar was able to lend him a pair of boardshorts and a rash guard shirt, as well as a top-of-the-line board (which Tony would probably end up buying when he was finished, just to keep it on standby).
A towel is laid out on the sand, and a pile of winter-weather gear sits stacked beside it. He can be found catching waves in the warm waters of the inlet, or later after he's worn out, napping shirtless in the bright midday sun.
This really beats the cold, dreary New York City afternoon on the other side of the bar's front door.
And while he was momentarily disappointed at the fact that he would be spending the day away from his latest project, the disappointment quickly faded when he realized that the time-stopping qualities of the bar would enable him to get more work done without losing any precious time with his newest toys.
The 'work' in question: a day spent surfing in water that didn't require a wetsuit. Bar was able to lend him a pair of boardshorts and a rash guard shirt, as well as a top-of-the-line board (which Tony would probably end up buying when he was finished, just to keep it on standby).
A towel is laid out on the sand, and a pile of winter-weather gear sits stacked beside it. He can be found catching waves in the warm waters of the inlet, or later after he's worn out, napping shirtless in the bright midday sun.
This really beats the cold, dreary New York City afternoon on the other side of the bar's front door.