((watching lost boys
guess who I’m thinkin of?
<3))
((I love you))
((I love you toooooo))
((loggin off tony for the night))
Tony’s brow furrowed, and he leaned forward. ”Something…like what?”
“That friend I’m worried about. He’s a vampire, like me. But he gets these headaches that really knock him back. We’re talking total memory loss here, sometimes. And… he told me once that these headaches could do him in. Just… make him vanish.” She sighed, running her fingers through her hair.
“I haven’t heard from him in two days, and when I did last hear from him, he was… starting to get one of those headaches.” She clenched her jaw, swallowing hard. “I’m scared that I’m going to go home and he’ll be gone. Or that he won’t remember who I am. It’s stressing me out so much, I can hardly relax and I can’t talk to the boys about it either. Neither of them are very… fond of Angelus.”
Scooting over, Myra rested her head on Tony’s shoulder and gave another heavy sigh. “That’s kinda what’s been up with me lately. Why I’m all… weird. I don’t wanna lose him, y’know? This is scary. Really, really scary.”
Tony frowned, slinging an arm around the brunette gently. ”Yeah…it sounds like it.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know much about medical science. I’m all tech and stuff that goes boom. But uh, same thing with the car. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open, see if I can find anything.”
“Good. ’Cause it was.” Tony laughed, kicking back in the seat and pushing his shades up onto is forehead. ”So. Let’s do Vegas like rock stars, how ‘bout that?”
Laughing as the door was shut, Myra leaned back in her seat and looked over at Tony with a grin. “Sounds like a damn good idea to me.”
“Wonder if there’s a stereo back here. Or one of those mini bars.” Pausing a moment, she shot a sheepish look at her companion and shrugged. “Never been in one of these before. Not a fancy one like this, anyway.”
“Well, it’s about time you live a little then. Carpe the hell out of the diem while the diem’s still around.” He grinned, a bit wryly. ”Never know how much time you’ll have to do it, you know?”
Myra smiled as he spoke, the bright look fading just slightly when he mentioned not knowing how much time she had left. For a moment, she just sort of stared blankly at the floor before looking back at him. “Yeah… you… you’re right.”
Looking around the back of the limo again, she chewed her lip and rubbed her forehead. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to get all… down, suddenly. Just… thought about something, is all.”
Tony’s brow furrowed, and he leaned forward. ”Something…like what?”
“Good. ’Cause it was.” Tony laughed, kicking back in the seat and pushing his shades up onto is forehead. ”So. Let’s do Vegas like rock stars, how ‘bout that?”
Laughing as the door was shut, Myra leaned back in her seat and looked over at Tony with a grin. “Sounds like a damn good idea to me.”
“Wonder if there’s a stereo back here. Or one of those mini bars.” Pausing a moment, she shot a sheepish look at her companion and shrugged. “Never been in one of these before. Not a fancy one like this, anyway.”
“Well, it’s about time you live a little then. Carpe the hell out of the diem while the diem’s still around.” He grinned, a bit wryly. ”Never know how much time you’ll have to do it, you know?”
“I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for anybody selling one.” He winked. Even though it was behind dark glasses, the gesture was unmistakable as he stuck his hands in his pockets and watched the car pull up.
“And you’re on like Donkey Kong.”
Myra grinned. “You really are the best, Tony. You spoil me.”
Snickering, she waited as the car pulled up and watched the driver hop out and walk up with bright, excited eyes. He looked from Tony to Myra, then back to Tony and smiled somewhat nervously.
“Mister Stark. It’s a pleasure. I’m James and I’ll be your, uh, driver this evening. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.” Tipping the bill of his hat, he motioned towards the rear of the limo and opened the door.
Myra looked over at Tony and shot him a “told ya so” sort of look and headed over to get in. Pausing, she looked the driver over and raised a brow. “Can I guess where your Iron Man tattoo is or is that unprofessional for you to talk about?”
“Good God Myra, don’t harass the man.” Tony laughed, sliding across the leather seats easily. ”Thanks, James.” He waved at Myra to get in the car eagerly. ”We’re heading to Planet Hollywood. Kid needs a fun night out.”
Myra snickered at the look on James’ face at her question and grinned at Tony. “Awww, I’m just playing with him. I know where it is.”
Slipping into the back of the limo, she looked over at her companion and shrugged some. “I thought it was funny.”
“Good. ’Cause it was.” Tony laughed, kicking back in the seat and pushing his shades up onto is forehead. ”So. Let’s do Vegas like rock stars, how ‘bout that?”
“I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for anybody selling one.” He winked. Even though it was behind dark glasses, the gesture was unmistakable as he stuck his hands in his pockets and watched the car pull up.
“And you’re on like Donkey Kong.”
Myra grinned. “You really are the best, Tony. You spoil me.”
Snickering, she waited as the car pulled up and watched the driver hop out and walk up with bright, excited eyes. He looked from Tony to Myra, then back to Tony and smiled somewhat nervously.
“Mister Stark. It’s a pleasure. I’m James and I’ll be your, uh, driver this evening. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.” Tipping the bill of his hat, he motioned towards the rear of the limo and opened the door.
Myra looked over at Tony and shot him a “told ya so” sort of look and headed over to get in. Pausing, she looked the driver over and raised a brow. “Can I guess where your Iron Man tattoo is or is that unprofessional for you to talk about?”
“Good God Myra, don’t harass the man.” Tony laughed, sliding across the leather seats easily. ”Thanks, James.” He waved at Myra to get in the car eagerly. ”We’re heading to Planet Hollywood. Kid needs a fun night out.”
Tony whistled low. ”Sweet set of wheels. I’m a fan, you’ve got my vote yes.” He squinted down the road, keeping an eye out for the car. ”As for dropping by, you know you’re always welcome. Jarvis’ll let you in, he likes ya.”
“I thought you might like that. I’ve been looking around on the web for one, but I can’t seem to find anyone selling one in California. They’re all in New York and I think there was one in Florida.” She wrinkled her nose a bit. “Might have to get a custom paint job, too. But I’ll figure that out if and when I actually get this thing.”
She grinned. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. I’ll definitely start doing that more often, then. If you’re busy, I can always just leave little gifts and things for you.”
Looking out to the street, the brunette smirked when she spotted the limo driving up and glanced at the clock on her phone. “Well, well. They’re actually early.” She looked up at Tony and grinned. “Twenty bucks says the dude’s a bigger Iron Man fanatic than me and drove recklessly just to get here when he heard who he was pickin’ up.”
“I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for anybody selling one.” He winked. Even though it was behind dark glasses, the gesture was unmistakable as he stuck his hands in his pockets and watched the car pull up.
“And you’re on like Donkey Kong.”
“It’s Vegas. People show up here every day claiming to be Elvis or Paris Hilton’s boyfriend or Snooki’s long-lost cousin. People here aren’t exactly easy to convince.” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. ”But hell, it all worked out so no biggie.”
“…you’ve got a point.” Laughing, she nodded towards where they were supposed to wait for the limo and started to walk over. “So, how’s life on your end, bud? I feel bad that I didn’t ask you that sooner.”
Tony shrugged, following. ”The usual. Build shit, get drunk, handle corporate stuff I don’t care about…you know how it is.” He grinned wryly. ”C’est la vie, heh?”
“You sound like Edgar. He hides away in the basement and builds things all day. I think I told you about that once before.” She shakes her head, giving him a playful sort of pinch to his arm. “Sounds like I ought to drop by more often and interrupt that boring corporate stuff. Hey, here’s an idea, maybe you can help me go car shopping soon. We’ve got Edgar’s truck at home, but the thing’s a beater. It runs well enough, but I want something… nicer.”
Grinning, she quirks a brow. “I’m thinking more along the lines of something like a… 67 Mustang GT500. Those things are pretty fuckin’ sweet for being deathtraps on wheels.”
Tony whistled low. ”Sweet set of wheels. I’m a fan, you’ve got my vote yes.” He squinted down the road, keeping an eye out for the car. ”As for dropping by, you know you’re always welcome. Jarvis’ll let you in, he likes ya.”
