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Mystery Man || Tony Stark

"Come on [Y/N], there's so many hot men here, you are bound to get laid tonight!"

"Yeah yeah Emmie, we will see. Go off with David and get a drink, don't worry about me, off you pop, shoo shoo" I say while pushing Emmie in the direction of the bar.

I was forced by my friend, Emmie, to come to this 'extravagant' party. Her reason for pulling me here was 'to get me the night I deserved'.
I'm a full time nurse, meaning that my love life is pretty much non existent. Luckily, I was allowed to have a week off because of my hard work over the year. I was hoping to spend this week on my couch surrounded by cartons of ice cream and watching Love Actually on repeat, but Emmie insisted I came with her and her boyfriend. Why did I accept? No idea. Maybe it was the hope to find that someone? Maybe it was the thought of waking up in someone else's bed? Maybe it was even the unlimited free alcohol?

It was probably the alcohol.

After watching Emmie walk to the bar, I look around the whole room. People. Everywhere.
People dancing, people singing, people holding their partner so they do not pass out from the amount of alcohol they consumed. A typical Christmas party.

I struggle to walk through the amount of people on the main floor, but I finally get to a table, surprisingly empty. 

I take a seat on the black leather couch, and adjust my heels. It has been so long since I have worn a pair of heels that I completely forgot how uncomfortable they are.

Once I was done, I leaned back onto the chair and looked around the crowded room. While looking, I noticed a man, a handsome man must I add, staring at me from the second floor, while sipping his cocktail. He looked, familiar, in some sense. I knew him from somewhere, but couldn't put my finger on it.

He continued to stare at me for a whole minute, whats this guys problem? I looked away, not wanting to go look creepy, but immediately looked back, and he was gone. Huh? Was I just imagining a hot guy again?

"Hello there"

I snap to the right of me, seeing the mysterious man sitting next to me, swirling the rest of his drink with the cocktail pick. "Alone?"

"Uh, yes, yes I am" I say, mentally collecting myself from the jumpscare. "I'm guessing you are too?"

"You could say that" he says while staring down at his glass. "Enjoying the party?"

"Not really, haven't got many people to talk to here, the people I came with are at the bar probably shoving their tongues down each other throats"

"Oh, you're thirdwheeling. That must suck." He turns to me, and places his drink on the table. "Well, I couldn't help but notice you from all the way up there, and you are gorgeous."

I smile "Well, thank you. But, do I know you from somewhere? You seem awfully familiar?"

"Really? Don't know who I am? At all?" He asked in disbelief.

I shake my head.

He scoffs. "Never had that before" He picks up his drink and takes a sip. "Never mind who I am. All I want to know, is who you are."

What he said made me chuckle a bit. "Fine. What do you want to know 'Mystery Man'?"

The night went quickly after that. We both spoke for hours about ours lives (mostly mine), our interests, hobbies. At the end of the night, I felt like I knew him for years. I didn't end up seeing Emmie till the next day.

I left early for 'unknown reasons'.

At least Emmie was right this time.

I did end up getting laid.