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12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post

Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.

Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.

Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.

((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))

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Slinking up behind Maddy, Tony gave one shoulder a tap and then slipped around the other side of her and up behind the bar.

"What's your poison," he asked, uncapping a bottle of scotch and pouring himself one.

Turning to look at him, Madelyne smiles at him, "Would you believe that I have no idea? I haven't had a drink in so long I don't remember at all."

She didn't drink while pregnant and then after that, well, there were other things.

Capping the bottle of scotch, he looked her over slowly. It definitely was more than was needed to size her up drink-wise.

"I would go with fruity and frozen then but since we don't have a blender..." He mixed a couple of things, nothing too rough or too much alcohol as he slid it towards her over the bar. "Sex on the beach? Also, great dress."

Reaching out, she takes the glass in and and lifts it up to take a sniff of the contents before taking a small sip. "Thank you for this, I'm still not sure this is a good idea but thank you." A small pause before she inclines her head toward him.

"I didn't pick the dress but thank you, very much for that as well. I hope I'm doing it justice."

"I'm sure it isn't the worst idea ever," he said with a grin. "How about this. I promise to get the suit and corner you should you lose control from a small drink with a half ounce of alcohol," he vowed, covering his heart with his hand.

"You are doing it more than justice. You look amazing."

"If I run into trouble, it won't be the sort you'd be able to stop with your suit, Tony. I do appreciate the offer, however. It is well meant," she says sounding amused.

The compliment causes a blush across her cheeks and down her throat, "Thank you."

"Yeah well, might be the closest thing in this town that could try," he pointed out, raising his glass in a toast.

"You will owe me a dance later," he pointed out.

There is some part of her, the part that she keeps locked up, the part that made agreements with demons, that tells her she could take Tony with just a few suggestions whispered in his thoughts. A small smile to him and she lifts her glass in a return toast, before taking a small sip.

"Oh will I? I hope you're wearing the right shoes for that, so when I step on your feet, you won't hate me."

Oh but that look on her face is more than interesting. Downright intriguing, if Tony did say so himself. Or more, said to himself as the case may be. Downing the rest of his drink, Tony poured himself another. Damn but he should have brought his own supply, even if it was dwindling fast.

“Don’t have the boots on,” he said with a grin. “But I think I can survive.”

"I hope so. I'd hate to be the person who ruined Tony Stark for dancing," she says as she gives him a slightly deeper smile. Another small sip is taken of the drink, almost as if she's afraid of it.

"Oh but what a reputation you could gain from being the person to ruin Tony Stark for anything," he said with a laugh, knowing that it would make her a legend.

"Does it taste okay?"

Madelyne blushes lightly at that, though with her complexion, even the lightest blush is distinctly visible. "I think, perhaps, you give me too much credit or yourself not enough."

The question draws a few blinks from her, "It is fine, Tony. I just can't remember the last time I had a drink. I'm ...." I'm afraid of losing control but I'd like to be able to relax. She can't say it because she's fairly certain it will sound idiotic out loud.

Tony leaned forward on the bar, giving her his best wicked kitten look. "Maddy, you have to understand something. I'm a hedonist, first and foremost. What that means? I know not to give myself credit," he admitted, winking before taking a drink of his fresh drink.

"Okay then. I can dilute it a bit more, start you out slow," he offered, not meaning it at all as a joke.

And that look gets a genuine blush out of her. Again, that little voice in the back of her head says she shouldn't be blushing, she should be taking him up on the suggestion behind that look. IT couldn't hurt, could it? Still, she can't hide the flush that settles in her skin down to her collarbones, "You're an unforgiving tease, Mr. Stark and the drink is fine. I think. For now."

"Definitely charming," Tony murmured, that flush more than cheering him. "I never ask for forgiveness, Maddy. Only no regrets. What is life with regrets? As for no regrets, let me know when you're ready for more," he said, nodding at the glass. "Alcohol, that is."

"Do you ever get the feeling that you're in over your head," the redhead asks softly. It is hard to tell if she's intednign Tony to answer the question or if she's asking herself rhetorically.

"I'll let you know," she says, lifting the glass to toast Tony with a smile.

"Me? In over my head? No. Never had it happen," he admitted with that smirk and a shrug. "Honestly, when have I ever been in over my head?"

He held up a hand. "Wait, don't answer that. You know a me I don't know and I'm not sure I want the answer to that."

"I don't know you that well, I only know what the public knows and there isn't a lot there I would say is full of fact," Madelyne says with an amused smile on her face. She takes a long drink from her glass, longer than any of the others she's taken so far. There is a small feeling as though she's managed to escape - maybe just a little bit - from being in over her head on this.

"I know. Some of the stories just don't magnify my glory," he said with a sigh. "Though it begs the question. Why do you think you're in over your head?"

"This entire conversation," she says having been caught out. He's quick, he's witty and she's never, not really, had to deal with someone like him in a situation like this. It is obvious that he's very much in his element and she is not.

"Do you make everyone feel like they're playing catch up the entire conversation or am I just one of the lucky ones?"

“What?” For a moment Tony looked stunned, his eyes narrowed though he smiled. “With me? I haven’t even yet tried to be confusing and flummoxing.” He paused. “That is a word, isn’t it?”

He chuckled. “Oh that. You are entirely lucky though I do it to many. Easy advantage. Should I apologize?” Not that he felt he needed to but did she need one.

"It is a word or if not, you've used it now."

Madelyne shakes her head, blinking a few times. That didn't help at all, now did it? Well, now she feels just a little more underwater but she's almost beginning not to mind so very much.

"No need to apologize for being who you and making me feel desired, Tony."

“I’m pretty sure I could get it put in a dictionary if it isn’t,” he suggested, curious about that. Could he do it? Shaking his head to dismiss those distracting thoughts.

“Right. No apologies and you’re entirely attractive. Which has nothing to do with the dress, I might add,” he said, pouring himself a fresh drink. “Even if the dress does wonderful things.”

"I'm sure you can, if you want to do so," Madelyne says softly.

That blush is back at that and she looks down at her drink, instead of up at him. She clears her throat, "Thank you. The dress is lovely."

"Yeah, right. You know me. That doesn't sound like a joke to you because you know I could do it and have done things like that," he pointed out, chuckling though it was almost and nearly self deprecating.

"So is the lady in it."

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