Bruce looked up from his experiment once he saw a crunched up piece of paper hit the wall behind him, missing its original target, him.

"Come on, big guy. We're going out." Tony Stark was entering Bruce's new science lab that he had built for him in his newly designed tower.

After The Avengers had gone their separate ways, Tony and his…assistant…Pepper Potts had begun rebuilding the Stark tower and had decided to build an additional room and lab just for his new friend, Dr. Bruce Banner a.k.a. The Hulk. Bruce had accepted their offer and was on his way to rejoining the social race. At times, he would have to flee into hiding but always returned soon after.

Bruce chuckled. "I'm a little busy right now."

"You've been busy for the last month since you've came back. Now come on. I am going to take you, Dr. Smash, to a club a few blocks away. It's amazing. Well, so I've heard. I've been waiting for you to come back to party at it. Let's go check it out." Tony shifted and tapped a rhythm on the table that the doctor was working on.

Bruce stayed focused in his experiment before saying, "You know that I try to stay away from clubs."

"Yes, I do know, but this is a lounge really. It's called the Burlesque longue. Heard of it? No? Didn't expect you to. This place is said to have the best view on Sunset Strip. Oddly enough, it has no widows. Hm…" Tony looked down for a moment to analyze what he had just said, "Well, that doesn't make any sense. Anyways, we're going."

Bruce remained in his thought process.

"Doc, you need to get out of this house. One night, it'll be fun."

"If I go, will you allow me to continue working afterwards?"

"Hell, I'll buy you a new toy for your chemistry set."

Taking off his glasses, Bruce set them down and finally met the other man's gaze.

They stared at each other for a moment before Tony said, "Good, suit up!" He began to walk out and shouted as he went down the hall, "And I don't mean get angry!"

Bruce closed the information that he had on the transparent computer screen and turned off his gamma reader. He shut down the lights in the lab by rapping a code on the control panel by the door and went to his bedroom down the hall.

As he walked into his bedroom, his eyes drifted to a black, thick, plastic bag that laid nicely on the bed with shoes and a note reading: Suit up. Taking the bag, he unzipped it and revealed a gray suit with an expensive red, silk undershirt.

Bruce threw the bag back down onto the bed, went to his dresser and grabbed a dark blue button-up and black dress pants. He grabbed the shoes off the bed and made his way to the bathroom that attached to his bedroom.

xxXXxx

Tony and Bruce sat in a booth near the end of the bar moments after their conversation in the tower. Bruce sat uncomfortably, drinking his light liquor while watching the women on stage dance to the great singers off a track. Tony, on the other hand, slouched back in comfort with a stronger drink in his hand.

He whistled and waved over the waitress, "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Ali," the waitress said with a perfectly even tone.

"Well, Ali, we," Tony waved a hand between Bruce and himself, "would like the good stuff for the table."

Bruce snapped his attention to their conversation. "Uh, no. I don't want anymore. Thanks."

Tony responded with, "Yes, you do, hulky-poo." He snapped his fingers together and pointed to Bruce. "He does."

Ali nodded. "Coming right up."

"Stark by the way. Tony Stark. Know of me?"

"Well, of course." Ali smirked and took away Tony's glass that only held ice now.

"And this," Tony gripped Bruce's shoulder, "is Br-"

"Hulky-poo?" Ali smiled teasingly. "Kidding. Bruce Banner. It's a pleasure to meet both of you."

As Ali smiled, a new spotlight hit the stage and caught Bruce's attention. The beaded curtains opened as a new dancer stepped out onto stage, causing confusion on stage and on the floor.

Bruce could feel his mouth tugging upwards as he watched the new girl.

Ali had seen Nikki, the dancer who just took the stage, and rolled her eyes at her desire for attention.

"I'll be right back with your drinks." Ali walked away, holding the tray with the empty glass on top of it.

"Awesome. Thank you." Tony relaxed back once again and watched the show.

The song had ended and the two dancers fought on stage to get the last applause from the audience.

"She's a looker," Tony stated.

"Which one?" Bruce only took a half interest in the conversation that was beginning. Bruce just wanted to watch the brunette dancer.

"The red head."

Bruce glanced at her and shrugged but before he could look back at the brunette, they both disappeared behind the curtain.

"Here you go," Ali slid the tray on their table. She placed Tony's refill in front of him, a few empty glasses and a bottle of the 'good stuff' on the table as well.

"Thanks, sugar," Tony winked and drank.

Ali rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you enjoy your nicknames, Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, yes I do. Now tell me, those two girls that were bickering on stage, what are their names?"

Banner took a sip of his drink, finishing it off and took interest in the conversation now.

"Uh..." Ali glanced at the stage that was now filled with a different group of dancers, "The red head that was there first, that was Georgia."

"Georgia," Tony played around with the name, "I like it."

"What about the other?" Bruce blurted out, cutting off Tony from the rest of his speaking. Bruce cleared his throat to calm himself. "What about her? What's her name?" Bruce blushed out of embarrassment.

"Nikki." He nodded and leaned back into the cushion of the booth. "Well, I have to get back to the floor," Ali pointed over her back and took a few steps back slowly, dragging her black, alcohol bleached tray off the table. She then proceeded to turn around and continued working.

The second show ended.

"Two shots. Now." Nikki had gone to the bar in fast pace, almost unable to stop herself.

The bar tender looked up casually, cleaning a glass. "You know better than that, Nikki."

Tony casually eavesdropped. He was eyeing the third show but his ears where turned, listening to the bartender's and Nikki's conversation.

"Oh, come on, Jack! I'm going on soon. I need a kick."

"No," Jack walked away.

Nikki slammed her palms on the bar and let out an annoyed sound.

That caught Banner's attention.

Tony glanced between Bruce and Nikki, deciding what play he should take.

He whistled once more, catching Nikki's eye and smoothly waved her over.

Nikki looked around and then walked over to their booth. Tony held up one of the empty glasses and the bottle.

Nikki smiled.