2011!

Just when I was getting accustomed to 2010.

Sorry for the long wait but my own personal villain "Laziness" stroke again.

So here's the fifth chapter, I hope you like it and please do tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: All of the Iron Man related stuff belongs to that old man and the producers of the movie.

Chapter 5

So it's been a while since that eventful night, and with a while I mean a couple of hours, or more that a couple? I don't know, I just woke up and my brain isn't fully loaded yet. The point is that I'm going to forget about that and focus on more pressing matters, like getting out of this bed. Why do I have to be so comfortable? Damn you Four Seasons and your five star bed!

Okay, so maybe I haven't gotten over that.

Just move one leg, and then the other one. That wasn't so bad. Now push yourself out. Not so easy since my legs are tangled in the bed sheet, making myself tripped to the floor. Good thing it has carpet.

I wonder if I have any messages.

My phone rings, my actual phone.

"Hello?"

"Did I wake you?" It's Julie.

"Not really, but I just woke up"

"You just woke up?" Why does she sound so shocked? She knows me and mornings are mortal nemesis.

"Yeah" I said looking through the room service menu. I'm feeling like French toast today.

"It's one in the afternoon" So no French toast for me.

"Alright" I wanted French toast.

"How can you be so calm? You slept half a day!"

"I'm on vacation; I'm allowed to do that"

"This is not a vacation; you came for a photo shoot and a party"

"I know, but I'm in a hotel and nothing to do for today and tomorrow, so it is a vacation"

"So, how the party went? You know, after you hide" Why does she have to ask that?

"I decided to leave and do more productive stuff" How do I come up with this stuff?

"Like what?" Think, think.

"Like watching the new episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians"

"You like that show"

"Be thankful is not Jersey Shore"

After a fifteen minute talk with Julie, se decided that instead of talking to me she needed to actually get to work since, after all, she was at her office. Although, I think it was the fact that I didn't give her any gossip about Tony that put her down. She needs help, and I need food. But who won't be weird out about the fact that I want to eat breakfast in the afternoon?

Let's call Rachel.

"Let's have breakfast" I said as soon as she picked up the phone.

"How about brunch? That way people won't be weird out so much"

"Right on! Where?"

"How about The Ivy?" The paparazzi filled restaurant?

"The paparazzi filled restaurant?"

"C'mon!" She pleaded. "I need the publicity." Why can't she just get out of her car without panties like the rest of the celebrities?

"Alright, but you're paying"

"Bitch"

"Bite me"

"See you in twenty?"

"Alright!" I said cheerfully. And we hang up.

When I arrived at The Ivy, it was crowded. Maybe we should have thought about reservations.

"Darla! Over here!" I heard to my left, and there it was Rachel. Huh, she got highlights on her hair.

"HI" I said when I reached the table and kissed her in the cheek.

"I'm feeling like fruit salad with cottage cheese" She says as soon as I sat down.

"That sounds good" A waiter came in and we ordered.

"So, how was the party?"

"It was alright"

"I guess, but seriously, wasn't it a total bore?"

"Yes, but there was booze"

"Yeah, everything goes better with a little alcohol. Wait, I thought you couldn't hold your alcohol" Why does everyone keep saying that?

"That's not true"

"New year's party 2006" I forgot about that time.

"It was new years! Everybody gets a little crazy on new years"

"You should know" She muttered. That's it; I'm never going to drink again, at least not alone. "So, when are you heading back to New York?" She asked when our food arrived.

"In a couple of days, why?"

"Just wondering"

"I don't want a going away party"

"Why?" She whined.

"I don't like them, and I'm sure I won't even know the majority of the attendants"

"But you went to that party last night and you didn't even know anybody" That's not true.

"But it was a compromise, it's different"

We chatted for a long while about the differences on both things until it was time to say goodbye.

When I was in the taxi heading back to the hotel, after passing a Dairy Queen for a Blizzard, my cell phone's tune went off.