"Oh I think you could with a little help. I know a guy," Klaus winks at the man and finishes off his drink with a pleased hum.
"Another drink would be excellent, so long as you aren't thinking of tricking me into marriage along the way. Then we might need to have words."
He waves a hand flippantly at Tony before he starts toward the bar, moving easily in a skirt that might seem cumbersome to others. But he picks a spot off to one side of the bar he'd been at before, choosing a stool far from the others waiting for the bartender's attention. He leans his elbows on the top and settles his chin in his hands.
"I'm surprised you haven't bailed," he admits, "I know that I've had those thoughts but unfortunately I'm here as my sister's plus one. It would be incredibly tacky if I left before the maid of honor herself."
Tony laughs again, shaking his head. “No marriage. Got it. I think I can manage that, just don’t be surprised if a tabloid says otherwise in the morning.”
He knows how these things go, after all. Klaus probably knows, too, if he pays attention to the articles he’s tied to from time to time.
Tony follows him to the corner of the bar, and unbuttons the jacket of his suit as he sits down. The bartender immediately notices them (or him, whatever) and lets Klaus order his drink before he asks for a refill of his.
Turning to Klaus as he speaks, he smiles with a quiet ‘ah’ before nodding. “You caught me at a good time, actually. I was already trying to think of an exit strategy.” Not that it would have been hard; he’s headed to Vegas tomorrow for an awards ceremony, before he leaves for Afghanistan the next day. His itinerary is always busy, filled to the gills with things to do and, when it isn’t, he spends whatever extra time he gets in the lab. These are just distractions in the grand scheme of things.
But, man, what pretty distractions they are sometimes.
“Is this your last party or do you still have a few more rounds to make?”
"I can't believe a man like you has to even think about an exit strategy," he teases, settling into his stool once the bartender takes their orders and walks off.
"But this is our last hoorah for the night, thankfully. I don't think I could stomach smiling and playing nice for another. The one before this was as dry as the Sahara if you can imagine it. I thought I was going to need to be oiled up and down before coming to this one. I could have aged twenty years from the boredom."
But they're surrounded by investors and producers and all manner of famous people who are important to know, if you're in the business like Allison is. Thankfully, he teaches a few private yoga lessons now, offers some styling advice when needed, but otherwise lives an easy, low-key life.
"And where is it you're escaping to? Dear god, take me with you when you go else I might turn into old Edna over there, asleep. My god why hast thou forsaken me, and the like. You know."
"Depends on the event," he admits. "Sometimes I just slink away, other times I make exit strategies. Depends on the host and all those pesky details."
Like who he has connections with, who he couldn't care less if they saw him disappearing from their parties. It's never a one-size-fits-all.
He chuckles, leaning in slightly towards him. "I thought you had to wait for your sister? If you don't, then you're welcome to follow me home. Just as a warning, though, I'm headed to Vegas for the day tomorrow. Not for fun," he clarifies before he could give the wrong idea, even if he's already planning on skipping the ceremony, anyway. A few rounds of roulette won't hurt. "I have some back-to-back work things coming up, so. This is my last hoorah until work winds down next week."
"Oh, you have far more consideration than I do, but heavy is the head that wears the crown and all. I'm happy to be a stylish nobody where Hollywood is concerned."
He's pleased to see the bartender has returned with their drinks, even if the implication is they won't be staying long enough to finish. He sips at his all the same, leaning closer to Tony.
"I can always text her, she won't mind." She might fuss at him, though. How long has it been since he's wandered home with a stranger from one of these parties? And the fact that this stranger just so happens to be Tony Stark? His sister can yell at him later for it.
"Bold of you to assume I'd be interested in anything more than one fun night. Or does that Stark charm leave everyone wanting more?" He snorts a little. "A pity Vegas won't be fun, but that makes me job easy, doesn't it? I can be a great last hoorah to get you through the work week." He winks at the man, unable to help the smirk that works its way across his lips.
He shrugs as if it's no big deal, as if he's bored of it. And, well, that part isn't a lie; he's getting tired of the pomp and circumstance that always has to happen whenever he goes somewhere. The acting, the fake smiles, the niceties. He has considerably less patience now than he used to do when he was younger, and the majority of the time he throws caution to the wind and does whatever the hell he wants, anyway. But, he also knows what his company can handle. The scandals it can absorb, the ones that would give Obadiah an ulcer as he tried to get Public Relations to smooth things over. It's all a balancing act, one that he is far too good at playing.
He casually gives the bartender a very generous tip, one that passes without anything more than a handshake, before he turns back to his drink as Klaus speaks. "If you don't think the star of tonight's event will be upset, then who am I to argue."
This, he tells himself, is why he ventures out sometimes. Because, despite all the crap that he finds the majority of the time, there are occasionally moments like these. People like Klaus that are actually refreshing to talk to.
He chuckles, a sly smirk settling on his face. "I guess you'll get a chance to find out, won't you." He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. "But hey, if I get a hoorah that will get me through the week, then I guess we're both winning tonight."
"Oh dear, I guess I will," Klaus teases, sipping from his drink and leaning against the bar easily. He'll need to text Allison soon, find a way to phrase it so he doesn't worry her when he pops in at home late.
While Klaus hasn't turned down one night trysts like this, he doesn't seek them out like he might have back home. Instead, he entertains himself with a little flirting (which sometimes lands him a client), a little schmoozing, and walks out as nothing more than a pretty thing decorating Allison's arm on the way to the car.
So the fact that Tony seems to have taken him up on his little escape joke? Well, he can't be mad about it. The man's fine in a way that excites him. A little sharp, witty, mysterious. He's heard a lot about Tony Stark and wouldn't it be fun to have a peek at what the man is like behind a bedroom door?
"I don't make promises I can't keep," he muses around the mouth of his glass, smirking over at Tony. "I could give you a hoorah to last you the month, but where's the fun in that? Maybe my own charm will leave you wanting more." He winks, teasing.
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"Another drink would be excellent, so long as you aren't thinking of tricking me into marriage along the way. Then we might need to have words."
He waves a hand flippantly at Tony before he starts toward the bar, moving easily in a skirt that might seem cumbersome to others. But he picks a spot off to one side of the bar he'd been at before, choosing a stool far from the others waiting for the bartender's attention. He leans his elbows on the top and settles his chin in his hands.
"I'm surprised you haven't bailed," he admits, "I know that I've had those thoughts but unfortunately I'm here as my sister's plus one. It would be incredibly tacky if I left before the maid of honor herself."
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He knows how these things go, after all. Klaus probably knows, too, if he pays attention to the articles he’s tied to from time to time.
Tony follows him to the corner of the bar, and unbuttons the jacket of his suit as he sits down. The bartender immediately notices them (or him, whatever) and lets Klaus order his drink before he asks for a refill of his.
Turning to Klaus as he speaks, he smiles with a quiet ‘ah’ before nodding. “You caught me at a good time, actually. I was already trying to think of an exit strategy.” Not that it would have been hard; he’s headed to Vegas tomorrow for an awards ceremony, before he leaves for Afghanistan the next day. His itinerary is always busy, filled to the gills with things to do and, when it isn’t, he spends whatever extra time he gets in the lab. These are just distractions in the grand scheme of things.
But, man, what pretty distractions they are sometimes.
“Is this your last party or do you still have a few more rounds to make?”
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"But this is our last hoorah for the night, thankfully. I don't think I could stomach smiling and playing nice for another. The one before this was as dry as the Sahara if you can imagine it. I thought I was going to need to be oiled up and down before coming to this one. I could have aged twenty years from the boredom."
But they're surrounded by investors and producers and all manner of famous people who are important to know, if you're in the business like Allison is. Thankfully, he teaches a few private yoga lessons now, offers some styling advice when needed, but otherwise lives an easy, low-key life.
"And where is it you're escaping to? Dear god, take me with you when you go else I might turn into old Edna over there, asleep. My god why hast thou forsaken me, and the like. You know."
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Like who he has connections with, who he couldn't care less if they saw him disappearing from their parties. It's never a one-size-fits-all.
He chuckles, leaning in slightly towards him. "I thought you had to wait for your sister? If you don't, then you're welcome to follow me home. Just as a warning, though, I'm headed to Vegas for the day tomorrow. Not for fun," he clarifies before he could give the wrong idea, even if he's already planning on skipping the ceremony, anyway. A few rounds of roulette won't hurt. "I have some back-to-back work things coming up, so. This is my last hoorah until work winds down next week."
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He's pleased to see the bartender has returned with their drinks, even if the implication is they won't be staying long enough to finish. He sips at his all the same, leaning closer to Tony.
"I can always text her, she won't mind." She might fuss at him, though. How long has it been since he's wandered home with a stranger from one of these parties? And the fact that this stranger just so happens to be Tony Stark? His sister can yell at him later for it.
"Bold of you to assume I'd be interested in anything more than one fun night. Or does that Stark charm leave everyone wanting more?" He snorts a little. "A pity Vegas won't be fun, but that makes me job easy, doesn't it? I can be a great last hoorah to get you through the work week." He winks at the man, unable to help the smirk that works its way across his lips.
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He shrugs as if it's no big deal, as if he's bored of it. And, well, that part isn't a lie; he's getting tired of the pomp and circumstance that always has to happen whenever he goes somewhere. The acting, the fake smiles, the niceties. He has considerably less patience now than he used to do when he was younger, and the majority of the time he throws caution to the wind and does whatever the hell he wants, anyway. But, he also knows what his company can handle. The scandals it can absorb, the ones that would give Obadiah an ulcer as he tried to get Public Relations to smooth things over. It's all a balancing act, one that he is far too good at playing.
He casually gives the bartender a very generous tip, one that passes without anything more than a handshake, before he turns back to his drink as Klaus speaks. "If you don't think the star of tonight's event will be upset, then who am I to argue."
This, he tells himself, is why he ventures out sometimes. Because, despite all the crap that he finds the majority of the time, there are occasionally moments like these. People like Klaus that are actually refreshing to talk to.
He chuckles, a sly smirk settling on his face. "I guess you'll get a chance to find out, won't you." He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. "But hey, if I get a hoorah that will get me through the week, then I guess we're both winning tonight."
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While Klaus hasn't turned down one night trysts like this, he doesn't seek them out like he might have back home. Instead, he entertains himself with a little flirting (which sometimes lands him a client), a little schmoozing, and walks out as nothing more than a pretty thing decorating Allison's arm on the way to the car.
So the fact that Tony seems to have taken him up on his little escape joke? Well, he can't be mad about it. The man's fine in a way that excites him. A little sharp, witty, mysterious. He's heard a lot about Tony Stark and wouldn't it be fun to have a peek at what the man is like behind a bedroom door?
"I don't make promises I can't keep," he muses around the mouth of his glass, smirking over at Tony. "I could give you a hoorah to last you the month, but where's the fun in that? Maybe my own charm will leave you wanting more." He winks, teasing.