Time: 9:45pm Location: Stark Tower, NYC Warnings: swearing, teasing Word count: 1902
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It's a covered night.
Even from the Stark building, elected highest tower of New York, the crepuscular clouds leave no hope to perceive the shimmering astres sparkling up the sky tonight.
An agitated night.
With the echoes of cocktail and champagne flutes clinking, the Stark party doesn't go unnoticed in the city who never sleeps. A chic, boujee but sinfully electric party. Typical Stark.
Romanoff, God Odison, Strange, Banner, Maximoff, Rogers, Danvers and Wilson, all the avengers are present. As well as some old friends -Stark's uncountable one night stands-, spies and celebrities, which is more than normal in a Stark party, and, oh, hi, Stan Lee.
Focusless, the party's is beginning. Some rock pop music is playing in the background and ambient chatting noises are actively muffling it.
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"Aj!" A manly voice calls you from behind as you observe the party from above, you turn around to face the source of the sound.
Your eyes light up the moment your eyes catch sight of it.
"Samshine!" You exclaim and take a step forward to hug him tightly, your heels allowing you to be five inches taller than him.
"Hi, gorgeous." He grins ear to ear, trying to hug you tighter. You chuckle and lower your hands to his bum. "Damn. You lucky ass thicc as fuck..."
"Hey!" He steps backwards, acting humiliated as you slap his butt jokingly. "It's mine! Touch it with the eyes." He scowled before flipping his invisible hair.
Trying so hard not to laugh, you enter his game and act insulted as well, opening your mouth in shock, eyebrows raised, one hand on the hip and the other on your chest.
