Block Party (Invite Only)

[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already?

I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] Ah, L.A. The glitz, the glam, the camera flashes and red carpet and people wearing expensive garments they'll never wear again. This was Tony's kind of place. Yeah, yeah, New York had its personality. It was his birthplace and where he grew up and spent most of his adult life as of late too, but L.A. was where his people were at. The paparazzi, the news, the celebrities who gave him snooty glares when they knew they weren't as cool as him or smiled devilishly in his direction when they wanted to be. L.A. was where, at any one moment, Tony had two women on each arm and another in his lap. A glass of Scotch was in one hand, only giving him one free to talk or caress or touch what he wanted. Which was fine for the Man of Iron, whose behavior would only be frowned upon by Pepper... if she were here. But she wasn't. Tony Stark had traveled alone to the city of angels. He'd needed a break from all the hero'ing, and Pepper still had a company to run. At least, that's what she'd told him when she refused to accompany him on this trip. He didn't exactly mind, of course. When the girlfriend was away, the boyfriend would play. It was called Sin City, after all, and if there was one person on Planet Earth who belonged there, it was Tony Stark. He was maybe slightly drunk already. Tipsy would probably be a better word. He'd already spent the evening in the casino (losing, of course, he was a horrible gambler) and the subsequent bar, but now he stood outside in the twilight sky and summer heat, on the edge of a block party that had taken up more than its fair share of street space. The only reason he hadn't moved toward the center of the party was the booming music that thumped through the pavement and in his arc reactor was going to give him a headache before long and he'd rather avoid the hangover shit for as long as possible. Some nights I wish that this all would end 'cause I could use some friends for a change [template made by missickle]

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[Michael Morbius]

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"I am a man of science. My life dedicated to preserving life! Yet around me is the stench of death so strong I can never be rid of it."

Unlike Stark who had just been in the city of the lost for play, Michael was there for work. Not necessarily Shield business, but important none the less. He had heard rumors of several heroes based in the city who, like him specialized in magic and the occult. However they were from the other dimension that his own had merged with. Alas to no avail, The Living Vampire had not succeeded to any end. It had seemed a wasted effort. Though he knew exactly how to draw them out if they really were here, however he did not bear the hear to sacrifice the lives of innocents to do such a things.

He may have been a monster but Michael held a conscious, and that was what separated him from the rest. Ironically enough, He was not the only man with out a normally functioning heart in Sin city. It was with his own obscure vision he could see the very man. The cool metal embedded in the man's chest created a distinctive pattern. One he could stop almost anywhere. The sun had been far enough gone to not cause a problem. He Leaned over the roof of the apartment building, seemingly ignoring the noise that pervaded over the street and through this part of the city. However he could hear it for miles.

With out really thinking what he was doing, Michael only dropped off the edge of the building, several stories up. His body well adjusted to handle the impact to the pavement as he landed on his feet. Right next to A one Tony Stark. He could smell the alcohol on him even before he dropped off from the roof top.

He said not a word merely waited for the reaction.

Tell me... are you scared now?

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[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already?

I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] "HOLY VAMPIRE DIARIES." Sometimes Tony didn't actually control what came out of his mouth. Sometimes things were just... said. Especially when he got surprised. When Morbius dropped out of the sky like a freaking bomb, he nearly scared Tony into the grave. If it wasn't for the nifty little circle of light embedded in his chest, he might have. The Man of Iron's movements were too quick, his reactions too immediate as he stumbled away from the vampire. He obviously needed to drink more, slow down a bit. "Whaaaat are you doing here? I mean, out here? With people around? This isn't like some giant vampire feeding ground is it? Cuz if it is- I mean that's cool. I know there are clubs like that. I'll just skip dinner though. I'm having liquid bread tonight anyway." He grinned and raised the beer to Morbius in greeting. "Morbius, right? Ah, who am I kidding. I'm never going to call you that. How about Dracula? Cullen? True Blood? I've got a million of 'em so you better stop me while you're ahead." He shrugged and took a long swig of his drink. "Tony Stark, Iron Man- and that name is not because of the amount of iron in my blood. See? Called it. Knew what you were thinking." He chuckled and tapped his forehead, then clicked his tongue and winked at Morbius. Some nights I wish that this all would end 'cause I could use some friends for a change [template made by missickle]

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[Michael Morbius]

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"I am a man of science. My life dedicated to preserving life! Yet around me is the stench of death so strong I can never be rid of it."

And without fail, Stark never disappointed. Morbius stood calmly with his hands folded behind his back before turning to Tony. He could hear Starks heart begin to beat faster out of fear, so the man was human after all. Not some strange cyborg that seemed to run on mixed drinks. His words however were kind of biased, "You watch too many films Stark, I was here on personal business," Which had nothing to do with eating people. In fact he tried not to do that when ever possible.

He laughed softly to himself, I'm surprised that you even know my name, and its nothing I haven't hear before. He commented lightly, there was no problem with enjoying time spent with another not afraid of what he was.

I know who you are, How could I not? Though, There is a lot of Iron in your blood, I can smell it. Might wanna lay of the red meat for a bit" He quipped back, though not quite in the same fashion as Starks. "So what brings you here? Escaping from the east coast for the time being?

Tell me... are you scared now?

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[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] Tony grinned at Morbius's reply. "Yup. You caught me. I eat too much steak. Can't help it. I'm addicted. Got a problem, you know? AA for steak eaters. Would that be... SA? Steakers Anonymous? Anyway." He chuckled and took another swig of his drink. "Ee-yup. Just gettin' away from the hustle and bustle of New York. Traded it for the packed sardines-in-a-can feel of L.A. Nice, right?" He shrugged and slung an arm around Morbius's shoulders, which was difficult being much shorter than the vampire, and ended up with Tony's arm just around Morbius's shoulder blades instead. "And of course I know who you are, Fangs!" He exclaimed with a chuckle and a hiccup. "I know everything. Just ask Pepper. Actually- scratch that. Don't ask Pepper. Ask... uh... the media. There we go." He nodded and pushed off of Morbius, almost stumbling to the ground himself. "You are too sober for this party, my friend. We must fix that. You do drink alcohol, right? Suck it through your fangs or something? How does that even work, by the way? Do you have built-in straws in your teeth?" By now the drunken man was bent over with his eyes staring up at Morbius's mouth, as if he could sneak a peek at the straws if he squinted hard enough. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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[Michael Morbius]

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"I am a man of science. My life dedicated to preserving life! Yet around me is the stench of death so strong I can never be rid of it."

The vampire laughed again at the man's antics. Of course this was no doubt due to his drunken state. "It is, though I prefer the nightlife myself. It can be the same in every city if you look hard enough" Of course he knew that his words would no doubt lead Stark to another snarky comment about his nature. Perhaps that was apart of the man's charm, perhaps thats why Morbius was starting to enjoy his company more and more he was around him.

Tony treated everyone the same. Regardless of handicap.

The Living Vampire smirked, "I don't think I've met Pepper yet. Maybe one day when your more sober and I'm not side tracked, We should have dinner." Of course part of him wanted to lay a bit of sarcasm of his own but he refrained for now. Watching Tony stumble for a moment, though Michael was quick enough to grab Stark's shoulder with his cold hand to stop him from kissing the pavement.

I can Drink He paused for a moment as he watched Tony bend over to look at his teeth, just to add a bit of spice to the conversation, Morbius clicked them. Think of them as just daggers in my mouth. they just puncture the vein. But Its not wise for me to drink. I get slightly out of hand, and not the life of the party kind.

Tell me... are you scared now?

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[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] "Pssshhhh," Tony snickered, snorting once as he laughed at Morbius's reply. "You and me both, Buddy. But don't tell anyone that. They still think I'm cool." He snickered and began leading Morbius over to the outdoor bar that was set up, ordering a Scotch for himself and looking to Morbius. "What'll it be, Tall Dark and Brooding?" He grinned at him. "I've got a thousand of thesssse, I swear." Then he held up a hand and took in a breath quickly. "No, no no. Wait. Lemme guess. A Bloody Mary?" He burst into laughter and drowned it with a sip of his drink. "I think that sounded funnier cuz I'm drunk," he admitted with a shrug. "Anywho. Dinner, yeah totally. We should do it sometime. Though if anyone's teeth are goin' near Pepps' neck, they're mine." He grinned again, satisfied with this idea. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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