Obsessions ⇢ Tony Stark

8 | Cover Your Monkey

"A fake ID? Really?"

"We're on spring break, Lenny, this is what we're meant to do."

"How did you even get this photo of me?" Eleanora pulled a face, glancing down at the card. 

"Magic," Tony answered vaguely. "C'mon, we're in LA, let's go to a bar and get hammered."

"You're okay with this?" she asked Rhodey.

"Hey, I'm just here to have a good time."

"Okay, that's good enough for me. Where are we going?"

Tony scoffed. "Oh, so you'll listen to him."

"Yep," Eleanora grinned. "He's much more trustworthy than you. Now let me go put on some clothes that would make my parents very sad and then let's hit the streets. I don't know about you two, but I'm planning on going pretty fucking hard tonight."

And she wasn't lying. Not even two hours in and she was quite drunk. By comparison, Tony looked to be pacing himself with the booze (which was certainly not the case). At some point, the two realised they had lost track of Rhodey, only to spot him sitting further down the bar talking to a pretty girl. Upon this discovery, the pair kept staring at Rhodey until he finally glanced over at them. They then made crude sexual gestures, causing him to hastily redirect his attention back to the girl in front of him and causing Eleanora and Tony to burst into fits of giggles. Much to their disappointment, Rhodey quickly decided to completely avoid looking at them, taking away their fun.

This led to Tony sitting at the bar and watching in amusement as Eleanora (in her words) 'threw shapes' on the dance floor (and if he scowled at the guys who got a bit too close, it was no one's business). She was visibly physically inhibited by the alcohol, as she kept staggering around and swaying unsteadily. But she was fine. 

"Look, mate, no offence, but I'm just trying to have fun, do my own thing," he heard her telling a guy who was trying to dance with her.

"British, I like it," the man responded with a smirk as she continued dancing as though he weren't there.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Didn't ask. It's not happening," she replied bluntly, turning away from him, causing Tony to snort slightly into his drink. His amusement faded, however, when the man didn't get the hint.

"Oh, come on, you know you want it, sweetheart."

"I think the fuck not," Eleanora shot back scathingly as Tony stood up to intervene. "Begone now, or I'll bite your earlobes off."

The guy quickly moved away, and Tony shook his head in amusement, deciding he should probably check up on her.

"You alright?" he grinned as he approached, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady her as she tipped sideways.

Eleanora smiled dopily in response and nodded enthusiastically. This appeared to be a mistake, though, as the motion caused her to stumble to one side and grip his sleeve tightly to prevent herself falling over.

"You sure?" Tony chuckled, grabbing her by the elbows to hold her upright. "I think... I think you need to sit down. C'mon, you dipsomaniac."

Eleanora held onto his jacket and he placed an arm around her back as he guided her back to the bar. "Someone's a lil' handsy," she sniggered.

"You're the one that keeps grabbing onto me so that you don't fall over," he rolled his eyes. "I'm currently the only thing keeping you upright at the moment."