May 29:
Just to be perfectly firm on this, I find the idea of keeping a 'journal' or whatever Pepper wants to call it ridiculous. But she's gotten it in her head that I'm stressed and need some way to release my pent up frustration. Naturally, the way I had thought of doing so didn't appeal to her. At least, she tried to make it seem like it didn't. She can be so prudish…
That aside, I suppose I might as well go ahead and do this, otherwise she's never going to let me hear the end of it. Ah well, at least it'll give me something to do I suppose. I just hope she doesn't expect me to do this everyday, because that is not going to happen.
I'm really not even sure what to write in this. She said to jot down what I'm 'feeling' at the moment. What I'm feeling? Annoyed, hungry, and sexually frustrated thanks to someone deciding that writing a journal was better then fulfilling my human needs.
I suppose I should wrap this up. I'm exhausted, and considering the fact that I'm this annoyed I'm probably going to toss back a scotch and pass out on the couch.
-T. Stark
The laptop was shut with a sigh of frustration. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tony pushed himself up from his seat at the desk and walked over to his liquor cabinet. He plucked up a glass, ready to pour the drink into it. Of course, the thought was discarded quickly as he simply tossed back the bottle itself, the glass returned to its place as he moved towards his room.
He didn't get far. It seemed Pepper had decided to try and finish some paper work in his living room instead of going back home. It wasn't uncommon for her to crash at his place…But of course, it was quite uncommon for her to fall asleep on the couch and not just take the bed and make him sleep there instead. Best to not break tradition.
Moving over, he set the bottle down before gently lifting the woman into his arms. He moved towards the room, glancing down at the sleeping red head. A soft grin curled his lips. She was quite serene looking when she was asleep…The only time she didn't seem irritated with him. He laughed quietly at the thought, but all thoughts of that vanished as a sharp pain grew in his chest. Pausing, he realized it had vanished as fast as it had appeared…That was…odd, and quite a bit worrisome. But he brushed the thought aside, placing the sleeping woman on the bed before he pulled the blanket up over her.
"Sleep tight, Pepps~" He smiled gently before straightening, moving towards the living room where he'd take the couch for the night. She honestly worked to much for her own good…But it was worth it to see her in moments like this.
The first chapter of a new series I'm making. The series will be in both log entry format and normal writing. Sometimes it'll be just one or the other, though more often then not it'll be in the log format. I'll try and update at least once a day. Cover picture belongs to respected owner. Enjoy~
