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Tony had been working with his advisor, Loki Laufeyson, for two weeks now...and they were still working out the kinks.
Most of them caused by Tony.
"I'm not going to do that stupid ass conference call." Tony argued with his advisor, as he walked into his office, grabbing his suit jacket off the back of his chair, swinging on his back and grabbing his light pad.
"Sir, with no disrespect, but yes you are. And please watch your language." Loki argued, as Tony pushed past him and down the hall. Loki followed him relentlessly.
"Who do you think you are?" Tony snapped, turning on his heel to face his advisor who seemed to be more on his ass than usual.
"Your advisor in fact."
"Exactly that, advisor, not my fucking mother." Tony turned around heading towards the open elevator, trying to close its door before Loki could get in.
Tony was irritated today. His request for a budget raise were denied in full, which meant his department couldn't advance in new research and were stuck with limited options for new products and the department was in a crunch.
"It can be beneficial-" Loki said persistent, his lithe body squeezing between the doors before they can fully close.
"I'm not skipping my lunch to do a damn conference call. I can't get happy hour back."
"Are you seriously considering drinking?"
"I do my best work drunk." Tony simply answered think how long this ride from the 54th floor to the lobby was going to be. Surprisingly not long.
"And also get a plethora of sexual harassment complaints."
"Well, Natasha had it coming."
"Will you reconsider?"
"I just thought about it...no."
"..." Loki gave him an icy stare, and Tony could feel it on the back of his head.
"If you think this meeting is so important, just go yourself." Tony suggest as the elevator doors open and beelines around the corner toward the short marble steps and out the side entrance which leads to a long entirely glass hallway that connects to the employee parking lot. He leaves the hallway, Loki continuing to follow.
"... I'd much rather babysit a drunk child" Loki hesitantly responds as they reach Tony's baby,a customized Silver Acura NSX convertible.
Parked in its designated parking lot spot that read "Director of Science and Technology Development: Anthony Stark" customized wheels that in its own gleamed with taste, as the top open and available to every eye as the rich interior with a deep red and gold he watches Tony get in and start up the car with ultimate ease.
Engine roaring and rubber burning, Tony reverses and drives off with a screech. Loki stands there frustratingly sighing. Suddenly, Tony's car drives back in reverse and in front of him; Tony sporting sunglasses and a somewhat irritated smirk.
"Shut up for once and get in, you've got a drunk child to babysit right here." Tony peers out the open window, unlocking the passenger door with a push of a button. Loki reluctantly goes around and gets in, putting on his seat belt before crossing his arms and staring out the window.
"By the way, drinks are on you." Tony smirks as he locks the doors and starts to drive, Loki looking over at him with distaste, but goes back to staring out the window instead of insulting him, driving out of the parking lot and into the street.
"Good evening, sir." A familiar robotic voice echoes in the car, Loki flinches in surprise.
"Save it for later, Jarvis. Having a bad day today." Tony casually says.
"I see you made a friend finally, sir. It has been quite a while since a passenger has been in this car. What might be your name, good sir? May I adjust your seat or turn on the radio?" Jarvis directs his voice toward Loki, still confused on what's going on.
"Uh... L-Laufeyson? And no... I'm quite alright, but uh thank you...?"
"Jarvis, not now. Mute." Tony says, and instantly Jarvis is silenced, a small breeze blowing through their hair as Tony drives. A quick awkward silence goes on.
"So... Your only friend is a robot voice? And I see you rudely abuse him as well." Loki said curtly, saying nothing about the impressive and extremely nice car, that obviously costed Mr. Stark more than a arm and leg for it.
"Oh, get that stick out of your ass already. Enjoy the sun." Tony says casually, as the sun did warm them quite pleasantly.
"Excuse me?" Loki turns his head at Tony and gives him a sharp glare.
"I don't abuse you. Be rude, maybe, but definitely not abusing you."
"Whatever, Mr. Stark." Loki goes back to the window view, while Tony taps his fingers against the steering wheel.
"Tony." Tony corrected. Tony hated people calling him Mr. Stark, it just made him feel older than what he was.
"So, any good taste when it comes to drinking?" Tony asks, smirking when he saw Loki's hand slightly squeeze the arm rest in uneasiness.
"I don't partake in drinking. Do you mind slowing down?" Loki's reply makes Tony sigh loudly in frustration.
"I needed a drinking buddy, and not a girly-haired pansy..."
"Why I never!" Loki holds back his urges of choking him while he drives.
"Quit grinding your teeth, we're here already." Tony gets out of the car, waiting for his advisor to get out before locking the car, a few whistles of envy directed at his car.
"Jarvis, if anyone comes near my car with suspicious intent, spray them with mace." Tony said to Jarvis, Jarvis replying within the car.
"The car can arm itself?" Loki asked as the two men walked into the sports bar.
"When your the director of science and technology development, anything is possible."
"So you abuse your power?"
"I neither claim nor deny."
Loki sighed, looking down upon the polished deep stained wooden bar, at his own warped reflection until a bartender came up asked asked for their orders.
"I'll have the Adios Motherfucker, as usual. I'll start off easy since I have a guest with me." Tony felt a stare to his right to find Loki looking at him appalled.
"It was either that or the Flaming Hoochie Mama. Or maybe the Orgasm,or Triple Se-" Tony started naming off his favorite alcoholic combo drinks, which were also one of the more lewdly named ones.
"I've got the image, that's quite enough." Loki said a heat creeping up his neck stopping Tony mid-sentence.
"See? I always knew you had a dirty mind. I was simply talking about drinks."
"And what will you have?" The bartender asked Loki.
"Uh, just a club soda." Loki said, trying to beat his ruffled state to at least under his collar line.
"You're not going to drink?" Tony asked, loosening up his tie from around his neck.
"Someone has to drive you back to work."
"One drink is not going to kill you. He'll have a French Whore." Tony said turning from Loki to the bartender.
"I'll have a what?"
"French Whore. It's good, and a light drink."
The bartender nodded and went off to prepare their drink and get orders from others.
"I don't think that was appropriate."
"Sure it was. We're in a sports bar, a bar where you drink. Simple." Tony reaches into a basket full of peanuts. He cracked one open and popped the peanuts into his mouth, tossing the shell on the floor.
"You have no idea whose hands have been in that. I meant where you ordered for me. I do not take alcohol easy." Loki said in disgust.
"Well the touched the shell, not the peanut...You need to grow some chest hairs, starting now." Tony clarified, popping another into his mouth, just as their drinks arrived, Tony's a tall blue concoction that looked surprisingly enticing, his a pale pink cloud in a martini glass.
"I brought that club soda, in case you still wanted it. Call me if you need anything else." The bartender said setting down the 20 oz club soda, winking her long lashes at Loki before departing.
Loki smiled at her, but otherwise ignored her, sipping at his drink. It wasn't that bad. Delightful actually.
He was on official business. This just wasn't exactly what he thought entailed in the job description.
Then again there was no description.
Thirty minutes later and six drinks between the two, Tony more buzzed than the other, which the other had manage to finish his "French Whore" and regrettably have another and club soda, the other having two of the Adios Motherfucker, and had finished it off with a Flaming Russian.
The two businessmen left in a shabbier state, splitting the tab and walking out the dark bar into bright sunlight.
"Oh god! Is the sun trying to kill me?" Tony said wincing as he fished out his sunglasses.
It was apparent that he was drunk, but not to the point of babbling nonsense and the retching usually did occur.
Loki winced at the light. He didn't realize how dark the bar was, or perhaps it was the small content ofalcohol that was the influence.
"We need to get back to work. This is so disgraceful, going back to work in such a state." Loki said,climbing into the car's driver side,and putting on his seatbelt, Tony already in the passenger's side, reclining his seat.
"Sir, I have incapacitated 5 suspicious individuals." Jarvis announced.
"Hehe, good boy. Take us home Jarvis."
"Wait I thought we were going to the office?" Loki yelped as the wheel turned on its own and reversed.
"Commencing Automatic Vehicular Destination Override." Jarvis announced, heading on to the street.
"What is this!?" Loki said trying to turn the wheel, the other gripping the armrest, his foot pressing on the brake to no avail.
"Hey, hey, hey. No need to be scared, Jarvis is just going to drive us home." Tony smiled, extremely relaxed from the alcohol, Loki on the other hand was wound up like a pressurized spring.
"Jarvis is a computer! How is he-"
"AI. Jarvis, is a artificial intelligence that I made...so of course he can drive." Tony mumbled, laid back in his seat, his arm over his face to block out the sun.
"How does he even direct!?"
"Leary, chill. Cameras hidden in the headlights, rearview mirror, side mirrors and tail lights. All is well. Enjoyyyy." Tony chuckled, slurring a bit.
"Sir, with all understanding I sympathize with your worry. I have remotely controlled the Acura NSX numerous times when Mr. Stark was incapable of doing so. I can accurately predict the nearby drivers next move and read the speed limit signs as well as direction lights, making an accident nearly impossible." Jarvis explains as wordy as possible. Loki gives up on trying to make sense of things and only buckles his seat belt, and Tony's, and keeps his hands on the wheel.
"Well... Take us home, Jarid..." Loki says.
"It's Jarvis, sir."
"Shuddup and drive, Jarid." Tony lazily says as he mumbles himself asleep. The car begins to drive them back home. An almost quiet drive that Loki was satisfied with as Tony only snored rather than talk.
