[RL, Tony &Tim] The Smell After it Rains

[peektuttut]

She'd have to thank Suze sometime later, because right now there were very few things on Tim's mind. Foremost was getting to Tony's place to steal his liquor - right - and then to get elsewhere in Malibu and fix this gender crisis. The bad taste in her mouth clearly needed to be washed away by alcohol.

Pausing long enough to knock, Tim reached for the doorknob. "Tony, it's Tim. Lemme in."

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[peektuttut]

She made a face with him, taking another drink. The warm feeling tingled around her neck. "No. I'd have turned that offer down flat for the sake of not having to deal with Bruce." Yeah, not going there. After a moment, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up to the couch, knees bent.

"It doesn't matter who - I mean it does because I'm never living it down, but it's also going to fuck everything else up and--" She cut herself off with another long sip. See? Inhibitions, she still had those.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

... What's that supposed to mean? Bruce wouldn't -- well, things were up in the air, but it's not like claims were laid or anything, right? He frowned, taking a long sip.

"Listen, if you have to kiss Bruce, I don't care. Go ahead."

[peektuttut]

She was in the middle of drinking, and then she was in the middle of choking. Lowering her glass to stare at Tony, head dropping slightly and peering up through her eye lashes, Tim had to take a moment for that to sink in. "...Yeah. You do remember he - my Bruce, I mean - adopted me, right? I have enough problems to talk a shrink's ear off for the rest of my life, I'm not going to ad Oedipal....uh. Electra complexes to the pile." And that definitely required another sip.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you said it was worse than selling your soul," he laughed, "And you left me to guess, so really that's all your fault." A brow and another sip, watching her curiously. Weird as shit, man. Weird as shit. "I pinky swear not to tell, go on."

[peektuttut]

"Pinky swear," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "It's complicated in it's own weird as fuck way, okay. And I really wish i just said no, because Dick's--" And that was definitely more than she meant to say. Yep. She'll just nurse the dregs of her vaguely orange colored vodka.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

... Ohoho, the plot thickens. With a wry smile, calmly, "Go on."

[peektuttut]

"Fuck," she muttered, sliding to her feet and returning to the bar. One more. Maybe. Filling her glass and sitting back on the couch with her feet under her, Tim just scowled. "We were having pizza at home and he kind of, uh. May have kissed me." Which was followed by a hefty gulp of almost straight vodka and God did that burn.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

You probably shouldn't do that-- fuck, he couldn't say shit the way he was downing his drink. Tony frowned, shifted, "You like him?"

[peektuttut]

She scowled at him over the rim of her glass, as clear an 'I don't want to talk about this' look as she could manage. "He's not who I'm supposed to kiss, anyway."

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

He's seen that look before and returns it with a 'I thought so' one himself. He sinks into the couch, sipping slow, trying to savor what's left in his glass. He told himself last one but he knew he'd be up to refill in no time.

"I'd ask 'Who are you supposed to kiss' but we've run this circle too many times. I'd also ask if you're nervous but the way you're running through my vodka... well."

[peektuttut]

"I'm not nervous!" Pft, even her voice sounded higher than...well, than her high girl voice sounded. Pressing herself back into the couch, knees against her chest, she turned to peer at Tony. "You don't think I can take the bottle with me, d'you?" She was tempted to swipe it either way.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

Sternly, "No."

[peektuttut]

"Hmph." She tilted her head back, turning her glass between his hands. "If I tell you, can I have it?" She looked at him hopefully, smiling.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," a small smirk.

[peektuttut]

"Black mailer." She leaned toward him, lips pursed for a moment. How much did she want that bottle?

...

"Nygma."

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

... Wait, who?

Oh, right, him-- wait. Yeah, the guy that Bruce was-- Oh. Oh.


Yeah, he was laughing. "Wow..."

[peektuttut]

Hey. Hey. Stop laughing! It wasn't even remotely funny! Tim leaned closer, pointing at him with the hand that held her half gone glass. "Cut it out, Stark, s'not funny at all. He's never letting me live this down!"

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

"I don't think anyone will," smugly, leaning in return. You don't intimidate me, little girl. "And yeah, it's pretty funny."

[peektuttut]

She was trying so hard to be intimidating, too, going so far as to get up on her knees. "You pinky promised! You can't tell anyone." Drinking makes her prone to think of the pink promise as a sacred oath.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

He lifted too, smirking, "Maybe I had my fingers crossed."

[peektuttut]

"Well that's cheating, and you have to fix it now." She he'd her free hand up, pinky extended.

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

Scoff! Fine, fine. Lifts hand, hooking pinkies.

He leaned forward a bit more, smile predatory, "We could seal it with a kiss. You know, make it official."

[peektuttut]

She stayed where she was, smirking, squeezing her pinky around his. "Is that how you make things official? Now you have to say, 'I promise I won't tell anyone about this.'"

[goddamn-ironman.livejournal.com]

"Most times. Not saying it, either. Not until..." he trailed off, glancing to her lips. Yeah, you're a pretty girl Tim, I can't really help myself. It's not you, it's your body.

[peektuttut]

It's not me, it's the liquor. Which was just as valid as his reasoning, yep. "Until what? It's not a pinky promise until you say it." She smiled up at him (why so short), head tilting to the side.