RP for aestark: Movies night!

[takingouttrash]

It wasn't as though Pepper hadn't accompanied Tony Stark on a wide variety of public appearances.

It was just that the role of the date for them was usually otherwise (and often, by more than one ... person) occupied and that was making her nervous

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[aestark]

No telling if he would have been on time if his date were anyone other than the attentive and timely Pepper Potts. Since she had fled left early in order to get herself ready he hadn't spoken to her, only confronted a text message with a reminder to clean up and to peruse the selection of clothes. Happy was only a call away to ready a car but Tony was ready to prove he was still able on the road himself. He pulled up to the theater, surprisingly prompt and handed over the car to the sweaty-palmed valet who never passed up the opportunity to sit behind the wheel of a Shelby. He spotted her with ease, drawing in a breath before smiling.

"I liked the other blue one, but this one is nice too. Nice cut," he said nothing further of it or deodorant, offering his arm at the curb. "Ready?" Not much of a turn-out for the paparazzi tonight...he was vaguely disappointed but refused to let it show too much. Showing off was something he would never grow out of.

[takingouttrash]

The paparazzi turn-out may have been better if she had confirmed his presence to the multiple calls with inquiries, instead of deflecting them vaguely (she still didn't lie, she just ... yeah). But she did feel there were too many still, and she was relived when he showed up promptly. A. Because that meant she wouldn't have to stand there all alone waiting, and B. because now she knew he was the center of attention (and not her). It still put her too close to said center, but it was closr to her more accustomed role.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark." She took the offered arm lightly as an answer to the question. "And I am certain you like the other one better, it did display your taste, after all."

[aestark]

At least she hadn't put the emphasis on tastes.

"Well it was a birthday gift. I remember you saying it was tasteful." Tony smirked as they ascended towards the cinema smoothly. Since they had been one of the last couples they had to be ushered in quickly. She was doing a fine job at containing her nervousness- he was only able to see through it after knowing her for so long. There were cues...gestures...subtleties. For the life of him he couldn't understand why.

"You want anything?" he nodded to the snack bar as soon as they had made it into the lobby and been awarded their passes. It felt like a horrible cliché- guy gets girl a cherry soda, hopes to round second base by the end of the night. When such discomfort existed there was only one solution: tease."Or would you rather find a good seat so you can get a better look at Batman?"

[takingouttrash]

It felt so odd, the thought of him getting her something (instead of the other way around) that she couldn't resist. "Cherry soda." A beat, so she could savor his expression, then she tried to top that. "No, actually, a Dr. Pepper."