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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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"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."

"Yeah, you've been rumored to have done things like that at home."

She smiles at him and then takes another drink from her glass, "Thank you. You're quite handsome but, then, you already knew that."

"I knew my reputation back home was pretty expansive but this is new. Even for me," he said with a snort, but he definitely looked amused.

"I do know that but it doesn't mean I don't like hearing it."

"Well then, allow me to say that you look fantastic this evening, even without taking the suit into account," she says before finishing off the drink he poured her. The empty glass gets a look as if she's not sure what to do about it.

"Aren't you a sweetheart," he said with a soft purr. "I should buy you drinks more often," he said with a grin that turned into a wicked smile.

"So, do I pout another now?"

"I don't know," she says, swallowing a bit nervously but in a good way. That smile is hard to ignore, hard to handle as well.

"Thank you"

He poured her a smaller drink, taking her words though his own desires came into it as well.

"Though I'll be careful as there should be dancing still."

"Maybe we should try that dancing thing," she says with a smile that is a little more comfortable. Glitch taught her a little bit about dancing, so hopefully she won't seem completely horrible at it.

He considered that before downing his drink as if it was water. Stepping around the bar, he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

Madelyne takes a drink from the new glass he'd poured her and then takes the arm he's offered to her, "Lead on. Hopefully I can keep up with you."

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