<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Stark1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tony Stark - Iron Man<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stark Tower, Upper Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Black tank-top, blue jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><hr/>At Rogue's admonishment, Tony realized he didn't know<span class="bbc_u">what</span>time it was. Another hazard of staying up for hours-on-end in a lab with no windows to the outside world.<br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Oh... Right. Apologies. I must be on Uzbekistan time...</span></span>" With a swipe of his arm, the tumblers tumbled into the sink. Then, going over to pull a bottle of Cristal, a few oranges, and a Blendtec, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">No problem. Mimosas then.</span></span>"<br/><br/>It was true that Tony had started relying on alcohol again. It had started again with the wine he had to drink to gain an audience with Odin, and then became part of his postponing the inevitable. The alcohol `dumbed him down' to the point that he didn't think about where he needed to go next. The tech-ceiling didn't exist for a little while...<br/><br/>He addressed her again, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Southern slam?</span></span>" Then, seemingly rhetorically, he called out, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Pepper, let's get a few Southern scrambles to The Lounge, eh?</span></span>" Of course, he was referring to P.E.P.P.E.R., the new AI he had implemented to take Jarvis' place. Developmentally, she was essentially in her late teen stages. Still sorting out her own `identity', and still a bit defiant.<br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Thor...</span></span>" Thinking nothing would have changed with the young god with the time of day, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Grog?</span></span>"<br/><br/>After Rogue's joke, he addressed her question regarding her and Havok posing as the Avengers' poster children for mutants. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Yeah well, you know... PR...</span></span>" He began heading toward his small workstation. Not that he planned on doing any actual work. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">And Carol... Carol's harmless.</span></span>" He paused a moment after that and furrowed his brow. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Actually, no. No, she's not.</span></span>" He laughed a little. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">I don't know why I said that.</span></span>" Then, more to himself, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">She'd probably kick <em>my</em> ass if she heard me say that.</span></span>" He readdressed Rogue's concern. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">As much as I'd like to watch the two of you go at it...maybe in a little mud ring...</span></span>" he swirled his finger around, indicating the floor in the middle of the lounge, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">We could set it up right here...</span></span>" He shook his head, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Well, hopefully I built a big enough tower that the two of you can stay far enough away from each other. And if we have to work together, well...you two'll just have to be on your best behavior or I'll give you a spanking and put you in a `time-out'.</span></span>" His eye quirked up after he said that last part, but he decided to just leave it at that before digging himself any deeper.