<div class="floatright">(http://shoutlookout.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/wide-len-cu.png)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:27pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Jane's small smile grew in response to Thor's own toast, and she knocked back the bourbon. She wasn't much of a drinker, and the warm burn of its heat sliding down her throat took her by surprise, and she coughed. "I forgot...what that tastes like," she wheezed, laughing at herself and the memory of Thor's first encounter with coffee.<em>At least he hasn't thrown the glass this time.</em><br/><br/>The God of Thunder's enthusiasm was contagious, though, and she poured them another round of shots. Her cheeks glowed pink already with the warmth of the second drink, and Jane giggled. It all seemed very surreal of a sudden: standing in a posh room in Stark Tower, drinking expensive booze with a naked Norse god...<br/><br/>And just this morning she was back in Canada, getting nowhere fast with her research, waiting for her scientific theories to be backed up by evidence peer review committees would believe, waiting on a lover from another dimension. Waiting, waiting.<br/><br/>But Jane Foster didn't have to wait anymore.<br/><br/>She set her glass down on the liquor cabinet with a reassuring<em>clunk</em>of heavy glass and wrapped her arms around Thor's neck - though she had to stretch to do it - and pulled him into a fierce kiss.