“Wait, wait, wait— Iron Man? The, Iron Man?!”
She wouldn’t have been nowhere this excited
if she wasn’t a bit… over-excited, already. She
did admire him, as she followed up on his
work via the papers, and it had always been
a wish of hers to get the honour of meeting
him… but not… not like this— yet her fuzzy
brain couldn’t even immediately place
his face, couldn’t recognize it—
“I’m a— I’m a great admire of your work, Mister
Stark. Great admirer. I— sorry— I’ll have a soda.
Please. Thank you.”
She offered the bartender a small smile before her attention
returned to Tony Stark, her hand shaking his, which was
considerably larger than hers, as firmly as she can,
in her current state; she might have an interesting
conversation, at last, even though she’s drunk.
’ The one and only! ’
To say the least, Tony Stark was not the most modest guy on the block. He nodded his head, an egotistic grin plastered to his face. Being a man of the stature he was, it was undeniable that he was used to this sort of ecstatic introduction.
’ Please, please. Call me Tony. And uh, thanks—- for the faith. You seem pleasant so, consider this your personal VIP pass into Stark Tower. ’
He considered moving into the chair next to her for a moment, but decided to keep the quirky edge and stay where he was. He noted the strength of her grip, discerning that she was probably not a force to be reckoned with. As he received his own drink, he flashed her a cheeky wink.