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74 Godiva Street, AKA Tamsin and Death's Home Of More Alcohol Than Last Year, Saturday Evening

Okay, this party had been born out of actual need (for alcohol and getting laid) last year; this year, those factors weren't as urgent for Tamsin, who figured she could always drop in on Jessica or Mike if the night was a spectacular failure.

But hell, it'd been fun last time. Why the hell not?

There were black sheets hanging in front of the windows again, and pillows and sheets scattered all over the floor to make for little makeshift sitting spaces and nooks. There was an empty bottle (in case someone decided to play Spin the Bottle) sitting somewhere in the middle of the room, and in a fit of generosity Tamsin had thoughtfully supplied a bunch of bags of chips in case people wanted to eat stuff.

The glitter clinging to the sheets and the walls and whatnot: not her fault. Who'd ever heard of impromptu localized glitter storms before? At least the winds had died down well before the party actually started, but there was no way in hell she was vacuuming all that stuff up.

There. Party time.

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Tony found a place to only half sulk in the shadows because his one date this week ended without sex because it might kill him.

Okay, it was a full on sulk.

"Are you brooding at a party?"

Look, Sarah was prone to ending up at least visiting the darker parts of the party venue just because she was antisocial by nature.

Also, her on-island bestie was in another corner brooding away, so it wasn't like she was very judgmental.

Yes.

"I'm in a dark corner at what is basically a sex party."

"Alone."

It made a difference.

"I'm not alone right now."

Tony, getting laid was not worth possibly dying.

"Fairly certain you shouldn't be counting people who can kill you, Tony," Sarah suggested.

"I wouldnt have any friends if I did that."

For serz.

Eye roll.

"Because all situations are like this one?"

"No, because some of my friends are a super soldier, a Norse god, and a gamma irradiated monster."

"And you have sex with all of them?"

"No. That's... traumatic to think about. Thor has a very lovely girlfriend." A beat. "I mean. Yes to one who can shoot you with biokinetic energy and... one with alien powers."

Look, of course he hooked up with Jan and Carol at least once. It was a thing.

Aww, sulking. That wouldn't do, Tony.

Here was Sparkle, coming to save the day in a fit of terrible judgment with a bottle of Fireball at hand. Because Sparkle was a goddamn hero, that's why.

"You know, sulking is not a good look on you, Tony."

Could Sparkle call him Tony? They'd kissed that one time, so he probably didn't have to worry about formality so much, right? Or did it count because of Fandom? Anyway, he was offering Tony the bottle.

Well, it was better than 'hey you' or 'Mr. Stark' if you asked Tony.

"Wow, so many flashbacks to college here," Tony said, taking the bottle because it would just be rude not to. He took a swig and then made a face. "Yep, college."

"Tastes like burning," Sparkle agreed, grinning. He'd already been into it himself, okay? Now everything was pleasantly cinnamon-flavoured. "There's cider, too, if you'd rather mix something."

Sparkle was thoughtful that way.

"Or, you know, drink something else, but either way, you need to do something to get that pout off your face."

Sparkle was also taking a seat, because right here in the shadows was as good a place as any, okay?

Tony graciously moved over to make room for Sparkle to sit and share his god awful alcohol. "I wasn't pouting." He totally was.

"And I totally believe you," Sparkle replied without missing a beat. "So, what was it you weren't pouting about, then?"

The question made sense if you were tipsy. Or if you were Sparkle, even sober.

Well, it made Tony snort at least.

"I was not pouting because this year I've spent my week sexually frustrated." Did that help?

"That's as good a reason as any to not pout," Sparkle mused. "I mean, I might be totally not drinking for basically the same reason."

Totally not drinking. You could tell, by how he was making a grab for the Fireball so he could totally not drink some more.

"So, why in the world does a guy like you not have ladies, like, lining up to help you scratch that itch, huh?"

"Our esteemed mayor is sleeping with Jessica and, well, it's a little strange to sleep with the same person as a friend," Tony began. "And Sarah over there might kill me if we have sex."

It was terrible.

That was pretty tragic, it was true. But now Sparkle was wondering if he'd seen Sarah more naked than Tony had all week, entirely by accident.

He wasn't smirking a little, honest.

"So the trick is to find somebody just as frustrated as you are," Sparkle reasoned. "I'm sure there has to be somebody like that around."

Somebody who was leering at Tony just a little over the top of that bottle of Fireball.

Indeed he had. Damn it, Sparkle. You couldn't even appreciate it in Tony's place.

"Why, Sparkle. Who could that be?" Tony asked, biting at his lower lip in a way that made it pretty clear he was just being a terrible tease now.

"Well, I could tell you, but it's a secret. I'd have to whisper," Sparkle replied, leaning forward a little and appreciating the view. There was something about that lip bite that made his breath catch a little.

God, Tony was hot. Why were there not more people out there telling Tony that he was hot?

Something about his already healthy ego probably?

Tony helpfully plucked the bottle of Fireball out of Sparkle's hand to put it on the ground, putting himself firmly into his personal space. Oops? "Yeah?"

You mean Tony didn't need help to be shameless?

"Yeah," Sparkle agreed, smirking shamelessly as he leaned forward that last little bit to close the space between them. Not much space at all, at this point. And if he tilted his head like so, looking like he was going to whisper something into Tony's ear...

Well, it was all the better for nibbling a little at Tony's earlobe, instead. Wasn't it?

It was right there and nobody could blame him, dammit!

When properly motivated? Not really. It was strange, right?

Tony helpfully tilted his head a little and put his hand on Sparkle's hip to steady him. "How much have you had to drink so far?"

Because he really didn't want to actually take advantage here.

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