Tony can't stop talking.
If you're first though is 'And that's different from the usual, how?" Then your thoughts need to be apprised of the true gravity of the situation.
He's wearing more make up and jewelry than an aging trophy wife and sitting shirtless in a hotel room with twenty people standing around in awe as he carries out conversations with every single one of them. On completely different topics. At the same time.
He's discussing the possibility of alien life with a man in a powdered wig and a polyester suit. He's talking about the differences between eastern and western romance languages with two women in complete drag. He's talking cars with a man whose heating up heroin in a spoon. He's talking about the Rolling Stones with a woman who claims that Mick Jagger fucked her with a Hershey bar. He's arguing the opposite position of whatever his other position is on alien life with powdered wig polyester dude with a man whose dressed entirely in white.
Occasionally he stops all the conversations to ask the man dressed in white if he's god.
Sometimes the man says yes and sometimes he says no.
Tony doesn't really care what the answer is since he refuses to believe anything that comes out of the man's mouth. Tony can tell by his face that he's a liar. Liars just have a certain kind of face.
Then suddenly Loki is wrapped around him.
"Hello Darl—" Tony begins and before he can finish he's being dragged up into a kiss by one of his long strands of pearls. It tastes like the chalk of pill residue, tobacco, and red wine.
Tony groans into it.
"Aren't you something, puppy?" Says Loki and if Tony knew any better or was closer to sober he might have recognized the danger in that voice. Loki was not pleased.
Tony grins up at him with all of the overconfident ease in the world and Loki's mouth twitches.
"Know a little bit of everything and everyone now, hmmm? Is that why you wandered off?"
Tony looks and sees that Loki has a drink in each hand and suddenly remembers that Loki had told him to stay put while he got them drinks, possibly hours ago. Since then Tony has been buffeted from room to room and in and out of the elevator by various groups of people, chattering all the while.
"Fuck." Says Tony and Loki nods darkly.
"Indeed."
"Look, baby, I'm sorry but I'm not sure what the hell I'm even on or how I'm feeling or where we are and I don't know how this happened but I do know that…"
As Loki grabs him by the wrist and drags him out of the hotel room, down a hall, down three flights of stairs, and into the car Tony's still talking. Sometimes he's apologizing, sometimes he's making observations, and sometimes his thoughts pour out of him in disjointed burbles of sound.
Loki puts something between his lips and he swallows it and that's that.
LouJ: Fashion design? Sweet. Furry coats are pimpin. As the philosopher Z said, Get that dirt off your shoulder.
Stormy: We shall have to try!
Layla: Sorry man, glad you're still digging it though.
xD: More happens in this than just porn ummm...I hope I don't get chased out of here with pitchforks and torches but, overall, this is more about the interplay of their mutual damage and needs and wants and psychological complexes and shit and there's lots of just building and atmosphere-ing, and stuff. And this mystery sort of happens. It's trippy. But there's definitely porn too. The porn's just kind of the collateral damage of their feels and intense sexuality.
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