𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖆 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙
And you get by, convinced that you're just a heartbeat away from love and life. When the sad reality you refuse to admit -- is that you're much closer to being a simple heartbeat away.. from misery and death.
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@HeyMrTinCan "Or you could always see a doctor about it. Like a rational human being." Something told her that the way he spoke of his headache, it was likely a recurring thing. And she didn't even need to be a mind reader for that.
These political things usually varied between two extremes - either they were deadly dull and she amused herself with peeking around into thoughts, or it was life or death. And there never seemed to be any in between. Either she was watching someone play sudoku rather than >
@HeyMrTinCan <instead of aspirin, you go to top shelf scotch at a glitzy hotel? Something tells me your own bar is better stocked than this place, Mr. Stark. And your wine cellar would put even mine to shame."
@HeyMrTinCan "The meetings are being held here." Tucking her book away, she accepts the new glass of wine the bartender delivers along with Tony's scotch with a small nod. "I happen to like keeping an eye on the proverbial enemy." Proverbial, literal... there were plenty of both.
"So >
@HeyMrTinCan <sudden halt of their main products a few years ago. "Well, I doubt you're here to bore yourself with politics like I am. Why are you 'slumming' around this part of town?" This part of town being a five star hotel, but them... it could be considered slumming.
@HeyMrTinCan "Among other things," she agrees with a quiet laugh, not at all put off by the almost dismissive amount of knowledge he seemed to have about her company. It was well enough known that Tony was only ever involved with his company when it suited him - made perfectly clear by the >
@HeyMrTinCan <She did wonder if the name would ring a bell for him. Though she was quite certain he was mostly wrapped up in his own world for the most part, there were definitely times in the past where their companies had crossed paths or butted heads.
@HeyMrTinCan "Oh, I don't know. I have rather a lot of fun with the thinking part as well." Though the line between the two could be so easily blurred with her.
"I know who you are, Mr. Stark." Pausing to take another drink, she finally accepts his hand for a small shake. "Emma Frost." >
@HeyMrTinCan <the more easily daunted scurrying away. In reality, it was some fae romance. "A girl needs something to think about to keep her awake around all the old men trying to make laws about things that they know nothing about."
@HeyMrTinCan "Oh, I know you could," she agrees with a quiet laugh, but she relents and settles the book down on the bar top, face up so he can read the title himself. Granted, most anyone else looking her way would see an image of her reading a book on mutant politics. It tended to send >
@HeyMrTinCan <thinking she looked remotely friendly enough to talk to.
"Do you actually care about what I'm reading, Mr. Stark, or is that your attempt at a smooth come on? Because if it is... I think you might be a bit rusty."
@HeyMrTinCan Setting down the glass, she flicks a glance in his direction before partly closing the book. Finger still holding her place so it was clear she intended to continue reading, but she was at least paying him a little more attention than she normally would to people randomly >
<listen to someone drone on, or she was barely restraining herself from throwing some metaphorical punches.
Sadly (or perhaps luckily, she was undecided) - today had been another dull one. So she had seated herself at the hotel bar with a glass of wine and a book. Trying to >