<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br/><strong>Wherabouts:</strong>Private Office<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tuxedo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone bold enough to barge in on the host...<br/><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg.html)<br/><br/><em>Sometimes it was hard being a genius billionaire playboy philantropist!</em><br/><em>Who was he kidding?</em><br/><em>It was... AWESOME!</em><br/><strong>"Awesome indeed!"</strong>Tony Stark exclaimed.<br/><strong>"Sir?"</strong>came the low sophisticated voice of J.A.R.V.I.S., the A.I. that aided Tony Stark in so many things.<br/><strong>"Nothing. Nothing... just thinking out loud" </strong>Tony said. He was seated dressed in a fine suit behind his desk, his fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard.<br/>Even now as the guests poured in, Tony couldn't help but put some input in the computer. He was working on his next piece of hardware and as much as Tony loved drink and beautiful company...<br/>His gaze moved to the side where several screens showed his 'guests'. Susan Storm, Natasha Romanov and Jessica Drew definitely caught his eye.<br/>He whistled.<strong>"Glad Pepper isn't down there. She'd be fuming with jealousy... and break my legs à posteriori!"</strong>he exclaimed amused.<br/>He tore his gaze away from the screens and back to the computer where a schematic was slowly taking form.<br/><strong>"Drinks, women and a brilliant idea for Iron Man Mark... what version are we at now J.A.R.V.I.S.?"</strong>he asked casually while typing.<br/><strong>"32 sir. 39 if I take into account the casual +10% upgrades sir"</strong>J.A.R.V.I.S. said, calm and composed as ever.<br/><strong>"Right... right. Let's go with 40. Sounds more impressive. Mark 40..." </strong>he frowned and rubbed his goatee.<strong>"Actually that doesn't sounds awesome at all. Makes me sound like a workaholic."</strong><br/><strong>"According to Miss Pots and Mister Rhodes you are..."</strong>but Stark interrupted him<strong>"Nevermind that. They just can't keep up with genius. And the fact I sometimes lock myself up 24/7... for a month. Hey did Da Vinci ever get bothered? I don't think so! A brain like mine needs moments of solitude. The scent of oil. The flicker of circuitry and..."</strong>he took the nearby Champagne bottle<strong> "Dom Pérignon 2004!!?"</strong>he grinned<strong>"Yes genius clearly needs <em>'un peu de culture, un peu de qualité'</em>"</strong>he said as he grinned boyishly.<br/>He opened the bottle with a<em>'plop' </em>and poured himself a glass.<br/><strong>"J.A.R.V.I.S.?"</strong>he asked.<br/><strong>"Sir?"</strong>came the immediate response.<br/><strong>"A good and productive 2015 to you old friend!"</strong><br/><strong>"Thank you sir. The same to you. Preferably with a less angry Miss Pots and even less lifethreatening injuries for you. I do so get tired from executing your extraction protocols or initiating the activation of your trump card of the day..."</strong><br/><strong>"..."</strong>Stark was silent a moment.<br/><strong>"Did you... just make a joke?"</strong>he asked.<br/><strong>"I suppose I did sir. Was I in error?"</strong>J.A.R.V.I.S. responded.<br/><strong>"Oh no no no!!!"</strong>Stark sipped his drink while making a casual handwave with his free hand<strong> "Da Vinci eat your heart out..."</strong>he grinned, pleased with just how far his genius reached if his A.I. was starting to learn 'humour'.<br/>He glanced at the screen.<br/><strong>"Sir? Perhaps... you should join your guests? I'll run a data analysis on what you have yet. I doubt we'll need the Mark 33... or 40? Anytime soon."</strong>J.A.R.V.I.S. said.<br/><strong>"Quite. And yes let's go with 33. WHen we get to 40 I'll find an excuse to skip it. I don't like 40. 40 is an age that is approaching far too fast."</strong><br/><strong>"You mature like a fine wine sir."</strong><br/><strong>"Yes... naturally."</strong>he rose up an eyebrow and looked at his glass then at the ceiling as if he 'watched J.A.R.V.I.S.'<strong>"Also you're starting to sound like Pepper when she's placating me".</strong><br/><strong>"Well..."</strong>the A.I. began to speak.<br/>Stark waved his finger<strong>"Let's leave it at that shall we? So... suit okay?"</strong>he put down the glass and stretched his arms.<br/><strong>"Dashing and handsome are the words Miss Pots uses. In my humble opinion. They would be right on the mark".</strong><br/><strong>"Thanks J.A.R.V.I.S. at least I know I can always count on you"</strong><br/><strong>"Always sir"</strong><br/>A small drone flew in to pick up the trash can.<br/>The small white thing had blue optics and beeped gently as it passed by, carring the black container. It would return a few minutes later.<br/>Stark straightened his cravate. He ran a hand through is hair and then glanced at the screen tempted to linger and work on it more. But then his gaze returned to the vidfeed. And well... the guests were certainly appealing to the eye.<br/>Well the female guests.<br/>Captain America looked adorably 'lost' in time. Which was pretty much the case.<br/>Logan looked grumpy and annoyed.<em>No change there!</em><br/>And good old Bruce... well...<br/><strong>"Need to have a talk with my him. Man needs to develop some... <em>'savoir vivre'. Only person down there I can have a discussion with that's on a level of intellect i can respect and he goes through life like a sulking puppy</em>"</strong><br/><strong>"The fact he can become the Hulk might have something to do with it sir"</strong><br/><strong>"Clearly you haven't only developped Pepper's charm but also Rhodes' talent for stating the obvious"</strong><br/><strong>"Thank you sir"</strong><br/><strong>"...remind me to finetune you some more during your next system's check..."</strong>Stark said.<br/><strong>"Yes sir"</strong><br/>Stark finished his drink.<strong>"Have it put in the fridge" </strong>instantly a little drone floated in to pick up the bottle and carry it off to his lab.<br/>Reluctantly he deactivated the computer.<br/>He straightened his jacket.<br/><strong>"Odd..."</strong><br/><strong>"Sir?"</strong><br/><strong>"I'm strangely nervous..."</strong><br/><strong>"About the guests?"</strong><br/><strong>"No." </strong>he looked out at the cityscape that towered beneath Stark Tower.<strong>"Something else. Something more elusive." </strong>he smiled lightly.<strong>"Next year. It will be interesting. I just know it".</strong><br/>His playboy smile faded and his expression became grim.<br/><em>'Interesting indeed...'</em><br/><br/><br/>