_ here's chapter two for all of you and it features Mr Stark in all his brilliance. I would have posted it earlier but I have no internet at home and the school's internet banned DeviantArt D inefineolsgn anyways, enjoy~!
A year has passed since you last saw him. The memory of him still haunted your dreams; he haunted them so much that you began losing too much sleep and could barely keep awake during your job. You couldn't help it; this wasn't common for you to think about a man like this so much, in fact up until you met him, you never thought of a specific man for more than a day. Never, and if it weren't for your best friend, you would still be wallowing in bed. The two of you promised that every Saturday night you both would go out to a bar trying to pick out a new man for you. Of course, you never exactly told her what had happen that night 4 days from now and a year ago, she just sort have guessed that it was a man problem. Today was Saturday and you were purposely moving sluggishly to finish your part-time job so that you wouldn't have to go out tonight. You just finished serving up your personal favourite Chai Latte to your best customer when your best friend Ali walked in with all of her short, dyed red hair glory.
"Hey, [insert name here]!" She said cheerful as usual, "You're done work now right?"
You look towards the counter at the center, back wall of the coffee shop. Sadly there wasn't a person in line at all. And ever sadder was that your co-worker noticed your friend who came to pick you up, "You can go ahead and take her, I'm pretty sure I can handle this huge lineup" Your co-worker gestured towards the invisible lineup.
"Great, thanks! See you next week!" Ali took your hand and led you out of the building that smelt so good.
She brought you to her car, unlocking and pushing you into the passenger seat, not taking any chances of you running away. Which is exactly what you did two weeks ago when Ali showed you what dress and heels you were going to wear before you entered the car, you literally high-tailed it out of there at the sight of those 6-inch heeled stripper boots. You have been questioning her sanity lately, but at least this time she picked something a bit more you; a sleek and sexy, long crimson red dress and black gladiator 5-inch heels. Sure the heels weren't a comfortable height but at least it was doable. At your house you got changed into the outfit, but then instantly wanted out. The V-neck ended at the bottom of your breasts, and the leg slit was almost past your panties. You would've changed into something more comfortable, but Ali stopped you, saying that you need to be more comfortable and a bit showier with the way you looked, even if you were some experiment. Ali knew about you being an experiment since she met you, and she has always been kind about it.
After arguing over make-up for an hour you were both finally at a very, very, expensive bar, but you and Ali had a considerable amount of money, so that made you feel a bit more in place here with all these rich celebrities. You had only just finished a Piña Colada when some man came up and placed his arm around your waist and ordered two more Piña Coladas for the two of you. "Down boy," You said, turning your head to face the man, only to realize it was none other than the famous Tony Stark, whom squeezed your side in response, smirking.
You felt your cheeks heat up, never have you had a famous celebrity pay attention to you. You didn't know what to say, you just stared at him bewildered. He looked at you curiously, "Unless you didn't want another Piña Colada? In which case I could always get you a different drink, if that is what you want."
Your mouth gaped open, until you realized you were being questioned, "U-Uh . . . I-I'm fine with just a Piña Colada." You stammered, blushing from embarrassment.
"Very well," He said nodding, as the bartender placed two glasses of coconut goodness in front of the both of you. Tony handed you your drink and took his in hand, guiding you by the waist towards a vacant table near a fancy aquarium with exotic fish.
You couldn't help but to look around for Ali as you were being guided, but sadly you noticed her too busy flirting with a group of guys than to say you from complete embarrassment. Once seated you began to stared, at those interesting fish, taking timid sips from your glass, hoping that Mr. Stark wouldn't bother you anymore than he already had. Sadly the silence didn't last long. "Do you have something against introductions?" He inquired, drinking from his already almost empty glass.
"W-What?" You said, jolting from your deep-sea fish watching, "O-oh, I'm sorry I'm [First Name] [Last name]."
You stretched out your hand and he did likewise, "I'm figuring you already know who I am but I'll tell you anyways, I'm Tony Stark."
"It's nice to meet you in person, Mr. Stark."
He nods and you both return to your silence. You continued to sip your drink slowly, staring at those curious fish. You flinched when you heard Tony talk, thinking he was talking to you and you weren't paying attention, but you realized he was talking to some waiter about getting him another drink. The waiter left and Tony turned back to you, the look of another question he was about to ask was profoundly visible. He leaned slightly towards you and gestured towards Ali, "Is she you friend, or . . .?"
"N-No, she's just my friend." You said, nervously taking another sip from your drink, "She forced me to come with her here."
He nodded again, "Well, she did try to come over here to talk to you but then realized you were preoccupied with drooling those delicious looking fish and turned back to go talk to those men."
"D-Delicious looking fish?" You were moderately offended, "Drooling?"
You crossed your arms and turned to stare at the fish again, pouting. Yes you thought your pouting wasn't attractive, but that was what you wanted, to get away from Tony. Besides, fish were friends, not food. Unless they were raised on a fish farm, then they were food. "Well, I wouldn't say drooling, but . . ." He said from his seat behind you, and, although you could easily see him through the reflection on the aquarium, you could just imagine him shrugging, and that was what he did.
"Are you going to finish that?" He said, nodding his head to your drink that was set on the table beside you.
"Yes I am going to finish that," you snapped, not really mad, but just trying to make him stop trying to make small talk with you, "Why wouldn't I?"
You grabbed your drink into your hand, taking a long, slow sip. "At the rate your drinking, I would say I'd finish this drink," He said taking a sip from the glass the waiter just handed him, "and possibly another."
"And since when did we decide to play a drinking game?" You said, taking another sip.
He shrugged again. "It could be a drinking game," His eyebrow rose, "If you want."
You scoffed, sipping your Piña Colada, until, suddenly and randomly several small shot glasses of vodka made its way to your table. "For the lady," the waiter said placing it in front of you. The sight of the glass made you glare at Tony, but he rose up his hands in defence, "I believe it's from one of the guys from your friend's group, but if you don't want it I'll gladly take it from you."
Just as his hand went for the shot glass you quickly reached out and grabbed the small cup in your hand. "I can take a shot any day," You muttered bringing the rim to you lips, leaning you head back as you dumped the whole glass in your mouth. You cringed as you swallow back the liquid. Tony watched you intently with his fingers entwined. You swallowed back another glass, not wanting another, but not wanting to go back on your word either. Now that you thought about it, downing another glass, Tony looked as if he were just waiting for you to give up.
I'll never give up, you though confidently; happy you hadn't yet spat out the alcohol.
To your surprise, and Tony's, you manage to swallow another with great difficulty. You drank four shots, three remained, but you couldn't drink anymore. "Here," you with a slight slur as you gestured to the remainder of shots, "I can't drink anymore."
"Lightweight," He muttered, or what you thought he muttered, as he took a glass and drank it down effortlessly.
Although you knew you always were a lightweight you couldn't help but feel insulted. Maybe it was the alcohol making you think that you didn't want him to think lowly of you, maybe it wasn't, hard to tell.
Just as Tony finished the rest of the drinks, a man who seemed like he drank well over his limit stumbled over to the two of you. You recognised him from the group that had been with Ali, wherever she may be now. He slammed his fists on the table, making you jump. "The drinks were for the girl," he growled to Tony, barely understandable with his slurred voice.
"I am sorry, but the girl had given the rest to me," Tony said quite calmly, "and I can't simply say no to a lady."
The drunken man roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you out of your chair with a sweaty hand, causing you to stumble into him. "Ow, hey watch it!" You snapped, trying to push away from him after regaining your balance, only to have him wrap his arm around your waist.
"Now if you'd excuse me," He man slurred, trying to tug you along as he made his way to the exit, "This lady and I have some important business to attend to."
You scoffed as he winked at you, not wanting to fight back and make a scene as you tried to desperately escape. At this point Tony was standing up, and followed the drunken man, with a look on his face that said he was going to hurt the man if he didn't let you go. "Sir," Tony said, gripping the man's shoulder tightly, stopping him in his tracks, "encase you haven't noticed yet, that lady doesn't want to join you in whatever business you mean to do so I will first ask you kindly to let her go."
Tony had a firm look on his face as the man, pulling you along, turned to face him. "And what if I choose to not let go of her?"
"Then I'm afraid drastic times call for drastic measures." Tony said simply.
The man let you go, but sneered at Tony. Clearly this was going to get ugly, and if it weren't for the bartender telling them to take it outside, this fancy bar wouldn't look so fancy anymore. The drunkard turned and walked out of the building, placing a smack on your butt as he walked past you. Grumbling, rubbing the spot with your left hand, you stretched out your other to Tony. "Thank you," you said, "for stopping that guy."
He shook your hand, "Although I'm sure you would've beaten him up when you were out of this place, you're welcome."
You looked at him, faking a puzzled look as you asked "What do you mean?"
"It was written all over your face" He smirked as you looked at him surprised, how could he read you so easily having only just met? But then again, you did have a few drinks.
"Unless you plan on staying here and waiting for that guy to come back," Tony said, glancing at a luminescent clock by the bar, "You would care to join me in returning to my home?"
"Oh, I really don't think . . ." You said but were interrupted by Tony lightly grabbing your hand and forcing you to tag along.