It was amazing how Erik was able to find one of the few places in town that still allowed people to smoke on the inside. Rather, it was amazing what one would allow someone to do once they pointed a fork to someone’s throat without even lifting a finger.
With that being out of the way, the mutant was allowed to smoke his cancer sticks in peace. For the most part anyway. It was hard to find peace in a bar when there were so many voices. Metal in everyone’s pockets. He could feel the smart phones buzzing, vibrating…. It was so odd. He had been in this Era for what… years now? What a crazy world.
What he didn’t expect to feel out of all that metal was something nightmarishly familiar. That blasted ring that resided in a billionaire’s chest. The arc reactor.
Smoke passed out of his lungs as hazel eyes glanced over. Sure, others were gawking at the fact that someone as famous as Tony Stark was gracing them, but Erik… Oh Erik. His tongue flicked along one of his canines as he turned back to face the bar.
“Another round, if you please."
Tony’s new armour was a toy to him, something that he adapted to using extremely quickly. It had obviously drastically effected Tony’s personality too. It had snapped him out of his funk, and now he was partying hard, drinking like no tomorrow while saving people in the most reckless manners. The crowd loved him more than ever, and it was wonderful to feel loved again, and appreciated.
He strode into this dingy looking bar, one of his many stops along the way with an entourage of young women and men following him like lovesick puppies. "Okay darlings, I have to have some me time now, so… amscray for a while. Or if you’re going to stay, at least buy me some shots, maybe I’ll let you stay.” His eyes were glowing a faint blue in the dim light, his armour slipping down till only his chest plate was on as he took a seat next to Erik.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” He said, “A round on me for everyone in this joint.”
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