riverviewlogs | [open] so don't worry about tomorrow

who: Tony Stark and Open
what: Amnesia Event; Tony forgets everything since just before his Afghanistan trip.
when: 8/12 - 8/16
where: All around
warnings: none at the moment

i. wandering

Tony was not having the best day. Waking up in strange places with no idea of how he'd gotten there might have been old hat, but opening his eyes to what looked like -- the hell, was that a dorm room? -- was a new one. He'd been in Vegas, he knew that. Was pretty sure there had been some sort of stupid award involved and that Rhodey would be turning up to bitch at him over it any second now.

Except Vegas was a lot of things, but it definitely did not look like this. Stumbling out of the building and into a completely unfamiliar place had not helped. He didn't have to be a genius to tell that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, but it helped. If this was a joke, it seriously wasn't funny, and if this was some sort of weird kidnapping then it was the dumbest one Tony had ever heard of.

He mostly found himself making his way cautiously through the streets, half trying to find anything familiar and half just trying to get his head together. And despite the obvious suspicion and wariness in his expression, his entire posture seemed lighter than usual. He stood straighter, held his head higher, and almost visibly seemed less tired for all that he hadn't actually changed at all.

And every so often, he found himself staring up at the sky with an expression of deep skepticism. "Okay seriously," he muttered, more to himself, "is this some kind of weird VR thing or what?"

ii. drinking

Once it had become clear that this was both not a trick and not somewhere he was going to be leaving any time soon, Tony had done the only natural thing and gone to find a drink. Or two. Or a dozen. If the choice was between the lack-of-privacy suite and the truly pathetic excuse for a workshop he'd stumbled across, Tony would very happily install himself in any of the bars he could find and stay there instead.

It wasn't calming, exactly, but it was at least something he knew how to handle. So he smiled and flirted and bought drinks at random. If he couldn't find a party, he started his own, spilling out across tables and corners. He was loud and obnoxious and if not drunk, then close to it. If you had to be stuck in some random-ass place, might as well make the best of it. Right? Right.

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[ This is . . . surreal. That was the only word Loki can find for this situation. ]

I . . . suppose? I'm still baffled as to why you would want drinks with me.

Seriously?

[Tony snorts and shakes his head. If this was playing coy he probably would have gotten bored already, but it doesn't feel like a game. Or well, not that kind of game.]

It's a drink. I'm not trying to marry you.

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[ Loki shoots him a flat look. ]

Who would?

How should I know?

[There's probably someone out there who likes them tall, dark and mysterious. And unable to give straight answers.]

So, drink? Yes, no?

[ Loki hesitates before shrugging loosely. ]

Why not?

[That's exactly the kind of enthusiasm Tony loves when he invites people places, but whatever. The guy still seems interesting enough that this could be a good time.

Or a very frustrating one. But that can be interesting in it's own way. Better than sitting around contemplating how stuck he is.]

Now, or you need time to put on your face?

Do you not like my face, Stark?

[ Loki's grin broadens with a flash of teeth. ]

[He promptly leans in a little and makes a show of studying him with overblown consideration.]

It'll do. We going or not?

[ His expression flickers minutely at that. ]

Very well. Shall I lead the way? I know of a few watering holes.

After you.

[Complete with a grandiose sweep of his arm into something that's not quite a bow.]

[ Loki juts out his chin as he moves forward with an imperious step to his gait. He heads to Trix, his other self's bar. It was the one Loki felt safest in and if he needed to depart or if he felt it was too much of a bother, Loki can count on him to take care of Tony. ]

Do you even have money on you?

Sure.

[He hasn't actually checked. Money has been no object for long enough that Tony barely thinks about it anymore.]

Planning on being an expensive date?

I might even be beyond your pay grade.

[ Loki was a prince, after all. And there were places in Asgard literally covered in gold. ]

[It makes Tony bark out a laugh, genuinely amused. He knew this guy was going to be interesting.]

Looking forward to finding out, then.

[ Are you really? Loki wonders. His natural inclination is to disbelieve but Stark has no reason to lie to him right now. He has no idea who Loki is. He wonders if this is what it was like for Thor and dismisses it. Thor had it easier. Thor always did. ]

You might not like what you find.

Then we don't do it again?

[Seriously, what's with the dire warnings? Tony flicks the guy an odd look out of the corners of his eyes.]

Unless this is the weirdest ploy I've ever seen to get me in an alley and mug me, I'm really not seeing the issue.

[ Loki's nose crinkles. ]

Why would I take you to an alley and beat you with a mug? As amusing as that mental image is, I find it rather gauche.

Yep. Gauche. That's sure the word.

[If it was anyone else, Tony might suspect he was being fucked with, but he's not even sure this guy has a sense of humor. He doesn't quite roll his eyes, but it's pretty clear he wants to.]

My point is, not really sure what you're trying to warn me off from. It's a drink, in a public place. If it's a shitty time, we both leave. What exactly is the problem here?

[ Loki hesitates and gives up. If he gets hell for it later . . . well, he can weather it. ]

Nothing. Perhaps I'm merely shy.

[The snort Tony gives is pure derision.]

Yeah, not buying it.

[With the way this guy holds himself? Please. But Tony does at least shoot him a glance out of the corners of his eyes.]

Look, there's nothing holding you here. You wanna take off, take off. I promise you I can live with the rejection.

[ Loki bats his eyelashes at him with a grin. ]

Can you really?

[Tony spins to look at him, still walking, and puts his hand over his chest with the most deadpan expression he can muster.]

My heart will go on.

Be careful that it does not run off without you.

[ As hearts are wont to do. Loki frowns to himself before shaking away thoughts of Steve. ]

Unlikely. [It's perfectly conversational, as if Tony can't even conceive of it being an issue.] So are we doing this thing or not?

[ Loki shrugs. ]

I am still here, am I not?

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