<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/76/82/cd/7682cda3b2d481b54ec0597842140687--robert-downey-jr-iron-man.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Tony Stark<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br/><strong>Location:</strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower, couch.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The suit he was wearing last night...And slept in.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Goth girl on balcony...And anyone else who wanders in.<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><em>Knock, knock, knock</em><br/><br/>"Go away...I don't need encyclopedia's..."  Tony groaned, turning himself on the couch of his lounge, he more than a little hung over and wishing he'd passed out in a darker room.<br/><br/>"The wief of a thing on the helipad isn't selling them." F.R.I.D.A.Y said over Tony's home system, she bringing up a real time imagine of the young girl knocking at the glass door to the lounge.  Her image couldn't quite focus.<br/><br/>"Magic?"  Tony asked.<br/><br/>"Definitely." F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed, opening the sliding glass door from the helipad into the lounge.  Tony rolled off the couch and made his way to the bar.  A bloody Mary rose out of the granite surfaced, Tony grabbed it and consumed.<br/><br/>"You want a drink?  I'm having a drink."  He consumed more of the best hangover cure in the world.  "Now if you'd made an appointment, you'd know I wasn't entertaining today till 1100."<br/><br/>"It's 1450 Mr. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y chimed in.<br/><br/>"..Thank you."<br/><br/>"Your welcome."<br/><br/>"Ignore her.  How can I help a magically winged and lovely creature such as yourself?"  Tony leaned against the bar and took another long sip.  He really hoped all those magical wards Strange had put up could slow this gal down if it all went to shit.  Cause if not, well he wasn't exactly at his quickest draw.