“A warm side of Stark, now if the rest of the world saw you like this, think you’d solve alot of ongoing issues.—
Designer? I bet even your boxers are designer, god damn..”
For the first time since being there a smile broke through the demeanor on her face.
“I’ll do my best not to drool, I believe I have perhaps stayed up one night too many finishing some projects then Daimon has been in hell dealing you know he said but I had my head somewhere in my notes..”
During her speech Patsy gets up striding over to the couch and throwing +
“I heard you the first time stark, no drop. The think I’m down one glass is enough.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. Her body had ached within the bones it was hard to ignore. She hated it. Perhaps a cold or the flu? Who knew.
Maybe a long night too many days in a row.
“Lucky you, someone’s knocking on havens door, rubbing it in to the woman who’s doomed to hell…”
“Don’t care as long as it gets me drunk.. cheap or not gets the job done, doesn’t it?
Lucky interns.”
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“Sometimes I wonder which is the real me. This splendid metal skin I've created — or the frail thing of flesh that wears it."
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