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"A few qualms you say?" Tony kept his demeanor, as a curious grin crossed over his face. After scanning over the room a few more times, for which he wasn't being very subtle about, his search for anything induced with alcohol was starting to seem futile. He knew when Pepper would hide it from him, but that still didn't stop him from trying to find some. It was a relentless game they played, he was just a really bad cheater. "I wouldn't expect anything less. Or maybe I would. Let's face it, less is really not more." And with a quick movement of his fingers he slid off his expensive suit jacket, it had a business look, but he wore it more in a casual manner. The arc reactor sitting in chest stood attention as it blinked, coming to life, illuminating through his shirt. "Questions? Concerns? Comments? Don't we have a suggestion box somewhere around here, Pep?"

Considering the rather swift way in which Bruce had turned his head, it was very difficult to hide the fact that he had been caught off guard by the man’s sudden voice in the room. It echoed slightly off of the cielings and glass utensils, giving his voice a more abrupt chime which did little to assuage Bruce’s temper. He was aware himself that he needed to calm down, the way in which he was digging his fingers into his glasses lenses in an effort to feign cleaning them proving as such. He hated the soft ringing in his ears that would occur when his less diplomatic side would begin to sniff an opportunity to arise. But he couldn’t just let the situation rest. Not when he knew the controvery surrounding the issue at that moment. Pepper, having breathed a sigh of relief she was silently hoping her boss hadn’t picked up on, made a step towards Tony before he broke the atmosphere with one of his minor dips into the realm of humour. It was hardly a mature question to ask when faced with such a scene; but she knew the man well enough by now to expect nothing less from him. “As much as I enjoy your inebriated side, Mr. Stark..I think you might want to steer clear of the Scotch until later. Mr. Banner has a few qualms he would like to raise regarding your latest hiring” she cuts in as she could see Tony’s eyes scanning the room, apparently looking for a bottle himself. She had seen him stash a bottle of especially good Scotch in the laboratory fridge once before, and had promptly moved it without his seeing.

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"Do you two need a room?" Tony entered the room, he was grinning from ear to ear despite the fact that this was the last place he wanted to be right now. He detested be requested to make an appearance to his own company, but after several people asked, he didn't budge till one of those people was Pepper. He was at a loss of what was really going on, but judging from the argument taking place between Bruce and Pepper, it was something serious, but of course, he couldn't resist getting in a joke. They were always arguing like this, it was a great source of fun for Tony. Bruce and Pepper both turned their heads and took a step away from each other. Pepper rolled her eyes but seemed relieved at Tony's presence. Bruce started making a trek for his work station while he awkwardly fumbled with his glasses. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm gonna need a drink? Pepper, where's the good scotch?"

Bugger it.

ironarc: Rather than engage in all manner of kerfuffle, just re-blog this and reply. When it’s re-blogged I’ll delete this from my blog. That’s much more simple than my 11pm brain was making it out to be. If I’m not completely redundant in the mind, I believe this post shall appear on your dashboard as you are following me.

It was unusual for Tony to find himself at Stark Industry labs on a Friday evening but members of his staff had requested his presence in what had sounded like an urgent problem. Appearing quite oblivious to his friend and colleague’s sudden presence in the room, Bruce Banner - whom had been appointed to Stark Industries in the somewhat loose role of adviser- could be found at his usual station at the very back of the main laboratory. Behind him was a wooden door that led into the smallest lab, the company having seen very little need in providing much space for their  Botany station. Despite the door being fully closed, a thin beam of light slipped through the crack at the bottom of the door, suggesting that it was indeed occupied. Bruce, having been in somewhat of a bad mood for the best part of the day, was involving himself in a rather heated argument with Tony’s PA, Pepper Potts. “Look…Like I said…It’s one thing to have a big, green rage monster working for the company….It’s quite another to have a MUTANT on the pay roll. She may be good at her job but that doesn’t remove the price her kind has on their heads. Do we really need that kind of attention when we already have myself and Iron Man affiliated?”. A vein could be seen throbbing in Bruce’s temple, something that was clearly beginning to make Pepper feel nervous as she desperately tried to talk him into calming down. It wouldn’t do to have this particular gentleman get too angry, after all.

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OOC: Just got a call from my grandparents and they have been gone all day and they need me to go over to their house to let their dog out. They live about a minute away from me, but I'm gonna be at least twenty minutes　 so I can let the dog run around and stuff. They do have a computer with internet so I can get on there to check if you've posted anything.

If you do, I probably won't reply till I get back to my house though.

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

What kind of question is that? Butterfingers would probably be insulted right now. JARVIS too.