13th Command; text/spam

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So. Since this place is apparently just like back home as far as tabloids and gossip columns and the latest tumblr blog... for those of you who didn't happen to hear in one of the fifty completely open and unfiltered conversations about this particular subject:

I've been sent to Zero to sober up. Absolutely tragic loss to the extremely limited party life here on the barge. But. Everyone's invited to my room when I get out for a bit of fun.

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[Tony. Is. Miserable.

Regardless of how he's coming across on the network, to the few people who've pinged him, the few conversations he's had to have, he's not doing well. He's pale and sweating, and the puking's only stopped by now because he has nothing left in him. He's shaking from the withdrawal, just kind of huddled in a corner, a few water bottles scattered around him and his communicator within grabbing distance.

He's pissed for no reason, paranoid and anxious, depressed, and a little out of breath. Because despite the glowing blue circle in his chest making sure his heart keeps beating at a relatively steady rate? It's still pounding and racing, sending small spasms through the damaged muscles around the metal casing shoved in his sternum.

He looks like crap, he feels like crap, and what's even worse? He knows he's going to have visitors. Because for some reason, despite his absolute best efforts to keep it from happening? People on this hell barge actually seem to worry. It's weird.]

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[surfaceshine]

[The abrupt shift in demeanor is all it takes to tell Dean he was right; he'd been bluffing, playing on a hunch from the network conversations and hallway interactions he'd seen despite never having actually spoken to the woman himself nor to Tony about her before. And he's still talking out his ass, but this isn't an unfamiliar story to him; he's fairly confident, no matter what the mysterious Pepper's personality or standing, he knows the lines.]

She cares about you and you care about her. Maybe even love. Right? What's she think about all this jackassery?

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[Tony's used to fielding questions about this, has been batting back statements from the press for the last two years regarding his and Pepper's relationship. Well, even longer than that, really. After all, Tony Stark with a female PA for over ten years? Had to be something fishy there, right?

But this... someone on this stupid ship throwing love into his face, throwing Pepper at him in order to try and what? Get him to shape up? Admit he's being an asshole? Make him feel bad about himself?

It works, kind of. Dean does have a point, even Tony would admit that. But Pepper's not here to give him that disappointed look again, and it's really not the worst thing she'd caught him doing drunk. It's not the biggest mess, the worst blow-up. He'd done way worse than this to her.]

My personal life isn't actually any of your business. [It's said calmly, a practiced statement. One he can easily follow up with a cool smirk.] She knows exactly how much of an asshole I am.

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[surfaceshine]

[But Dean isn't the press - he's not digging for the story at all costs, he doesn't even really care about the details. That's not the damn point at all. The point is that Tony has shifted mannerisms again and if this is no more realistic than the joking, nothing-sticks-and-everything-slides-right-off jackassery, well, Dean's okay with that.

As long as something, anything, is getting through. He shrugs amiably - Tony's personal life isn't any of his business, and he's pretty damn sure anyone who's met Tony is aware of the fact he's an asshole if not how much. Dena himself has the same problem.

Like with Dean, though, it doesn't make it okay.]

Doesn't mean she's happy about it. But you're right, that's none of my business.

[He unfolds his arms, steps back from the bars.] Not that I expect to hear from you, but if you need anything, give a holler. I'll be around and I keep my mouth shut.

[Smirk.] Believe it or not.