Soooo….
Its been a while, oops. But to be completely honest with you all nothings actually happened. Everything's just about the same as it was, 'cept my hands fixed. I still haven't stopped pointlessly flirting with a certain woman, I'm still a sex god genius with far too many women and too little time as she's still dating asshole of the year. I swear to god she had no taste in men, How on earth can you be in love with a man that looks like a bleached out rat? Come on Potts, I'm not exactly straight and even I know he is just not a stunner.
But here I go again, complaining about her…
… yeah well, if she can see what's infront of her then she just can't have it can she?
And she is obviously completely in love with that man. I don't understand women and how they can be in love with people that just don't make sense. He's my biggest business rival and I'm pretty certain that my pepper's being used to fuck company secrets and business plans out of. I bet even I could get her to talk with a little bit of convincing. Look, I'm not saying she's stupid, she's just a little bit more trusting that she probably should be. I don't know why she's like that, from what I gather from the little be she told me a few months ago she's pretty crappy at relationships.
I'm not that surprised, she's a pretty sporadic lady and I don't always quite know what mood she's in. Eh, guess it must make her interesting in the bedroom department.
Oh! And I have a rotten feeling that Rhodeys gotten himself a girlfriend too. Why is the rest of the world in a relationship! He's been really oddly distant and keeps actually going home rather than spending his evenings chilling here and beating my ass at just about all videogames (Yeah, don't tell him I confessed to that, he's actually kinda better at them than I am.)
Anyway, I was going to tell you about what happens when I don't have anything better to do wasn't I? Well, I spend my time seeing how much I can wind up Pepper. Usually it gets boring after the fifth time I get yelled at and she marches off looking like she's gonna scream or cry or both…so I do stop and leave her alone for a while.
But seems like there's been no other way to get her attention lately even than by rigging up buckets of water over office doors (Highly recommended, wet blouses equals a very nice view) and accidently getting every intern in the building to help me fill her office with balloons for no actual reason, and the I bought a violin (and earplugs for myself because I know for a fact I don't have a clue how to play it, so it pretty much sounds like a dying cat) and hired a dude with bagpipes to replace the awful lift music.
Problem is, she doesn't much seem to care. She's been shrugging most of it off and ignoring it! What do I have to do to make her take some notice of me rather than running off at 5pm sharp every night to him.
Speaking of assholes, he's been actually getting slightly more successful than I wanted him to, like I was saying earlier, I think some little gingers been accidently helping him out. Okay, so I know a 13% market share increase might not seem like a lot to anyone not in the know, but that's actually a bit of a problem, because that's percentage that should be Stark Industries. (See! I do actually know about business, and how to look after my own company, I just can't be bothered to do it when there's other people who can probably make a better and more successful job of it that I can. So I leave it to them and if I actually confessed to being able to run it i'll probably cost at least five people their jobs. So me shutting up keeps them employed, not bad logic is it?) And the problem is, I'm not quite sure how to get it back other than building a much bigger gun than the other guy and waving it at the US military until they take some notice of the fact that I exist.
That's the other thing I miss about her new complete ignorance of me is the fact that I don't really have anyone to talk to about shit like that, and the interns have been the ones bringing me coffee, intern coffee is gross, I don't know what they do to it but it's not nice. Maybe it's just amateur germs, or all that eyeliner and hair-bleach falling off into it.
Its kinda weird the stuff that I didn't realise she did until she's totally stopped doing it. I'm just waiting until she stops coming to work altogether. I don't really think I've had a discussion with her at all since I last moaned at you.
I actually miss pepper (and Rhodey too but that one I can kinda deal with, at least he still knows I exist!) Is this what all those dreadful romcoms were on about when they complained about ditching your BFFL for your new BF?
So, if this was a god awful movie, this would be the point at which I'd go and get myself a new lover in protest and flaunt them at my friend until they realised that they missed me too and then we'll both get dumped and end up together or some rubbish, but its not. And somehow I'm the single one! I have tried to date before, not that it went too well but I did attempt to.
For some reason, girls don't seem to actually be too interested in a billionaire for a boyfriend. Seems I'm alright for a night or two or maybe a night on the town, but not to take home to meet your mother? Is there seriously something so terrible about getting serious with Tony Stark?
Fucks sake.
I'm going out.
So, turns out that was actually a pretty bad idea.
What I mean by out is to the nearest nightclub so I can have far too much to drink and pull someone pretty then make a conquest of her. Problem is, there's someone else in my life who knows every single good hangout place I know and I've run into her. And it.
Usually I'd slip off and find somewhere else to hang out, but it's been so long I've actually started to get curious about her and that rat. I don't think she's realised I'm here, it's a pretty big place and she's completely distracted. Its not very often I've seen her out of her work clothes or in a massive ball gown, I've never actually see her on a date. She looks kind of pretty?
Okay, She looks rather incredible in such a short dress with boots up to nowhere and her hair down. He's a lucky bastard.
I bet you think I'm weird, leaning on this wall with a double glass of whiskey and ice whilst spying on the two of them. I am seriously starting to wonder if he owns anything that isn't a white suit. He's the only man that could actually make that look sleazier than it already is. I've got about a billion things going through my head about her and him any they're all disgusting, sometimes I wish my imagination wasn't quite so good at existing.
Seems like I'm doing nothing but complain today, but it'd not just that, I'm actually worried about her, and frustrated that she won't talk to me. Oh, and if she really is leaking company information to him then I'm going to have to give her the sack and that's the last thing I want to do. I always thought if she was gonna do something like this then there might at least be some good coming out of it in my direction! She could have done a bit of spying for me?
Actually that's not a bad idea, note to self, mention it to Obadiah.
I've been waiting for what seems like ages before Peppers nasty boyfriend slips off to do something, finally leaving he open for me to interrupt for a few minutes. She doesn't seem to notice me until I move to sit opposite her, taking up his position from moments earlier. From over her, I can kind of figure out why she didn't notice me.
"Didn't know you had legs like that Potts, Maybe I should get them trademarked to Stark like mine?" I suggest with a wry smile, watching her as she looks up in shock from her phone, seeming horrified to see me within five meters of her.
"Tony!"
"Evening?" My smile doesn't shift, despite how awkward she suddenly looks, cheeks starting to stain the lightest shade of pink. I haven't seen her face to face in a very long time, and she looks a lot more awake than she used to, the bags under her eyes have gone only to be replaced with bruises on her neck and lips. Its obvious someone got an amazing sex life and it certainly isn't me.
"What are you doing here?" She asks, still seeming like she's panicking a little.
"Public place isn't it? I was about to ask you what you and him the same question. How is dating my biggest business rival going?"
"None of your business." Pepper points out, suddenly going unnaturally cold, slipping her perfectly manicured hand around the glass on the table infront of her, picking it up.
Normally I'd laugh it off, or tease her, or ask her if she wants moving closer to the heater to defrost, but there's something just weird about the way she said that, like she means it. I never really thought my businessman instincts would kick in, and all humour in this situation would disappear like someone just hit me with a brick.
"Technically it is my business if you've been telling him anything to do with Stark Industries, Miss Potts." I retort, voice just as cold as hers.
"What makes you think that." She asks, stopping and catching my gaze, her anger apparent in her expression.
"The unexplained share increases in my specialist market? And the fact that you're not much good keeping your mouth shut." I point out without thinking it through.
I can tell I've offended her without her needing to say it, he anger is obvious just in her expression.
"Are you seriously accusing me of leaking company information to my Boyfriend?!" Pepper ask, voice rising a little, normally I'd back off at this point, but she's annoyed me and I've annoyed her and it's the first time we've spoken in weeks.
"Well, How else do you plan on explaining it Potts? Everyone knows you're unable to keep a secret in the first place, no doubt the attention you're getting from him comes at a cost, huh?"
"You just can't deal with the fact that I've actually found someone that isn't you can you?" She points out softly, her gaze on me still filled with just as much disgust as before.
I'm just going to ignore that.
"What makes you think I care? I just care that you whoring yourself to another man doesn't cause my company problems." I retort in annoyance, still not quite remembering to think about what I'm saying to her.
"You're just jealous."
"Jealous of what?" I ask with a sharp laugh, not taking my gaze from hers: "I don't want you, You're just some girl from the typing pool who walked into my office at the right time. You'd be nothing without me Virginia."
The woman infront of me looks like I've just slapped her, somehow we've both ended up on our feet and I probably should have guess Peppers next move was going to be to throw the entire glass of red wine in her hand into my face. Everyone in the club seems to have noticed the two of us and seems to have stopped, staring in complete horror.
Seems they're more shocked than I am really, I've had that many women throwing things in my face that I don't have enough fingers and toes combined to count them all.
Pepper seems more shocked by what she's done than any of them, as does her boyfriend who seems to have come from nowhere to stand beside her, wrapping his arms around the ginger and pulling her to his chest, protecting her from me.
There's a couple more seconds of stunned silence before it speaks, giving me an almost painfully sympathetic look: "I think you should leave, don't you Tony?"
Me, being me, was already halfway to the door before his useless interjection. Obviously he was trying to blame the whole thing on me. And If Pepper's going to behave like that then fuck her.
I don't need her, she can go and work for him for all I care.
Tonight, I'm going to get drunk, party and make her life hell in the morning.
