-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
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✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

Comments

[latenightfondue]

That don't mean nothing. Y'might be good at faking it, but it ain't proof you're not in the other club. [ Looking at him suggestively. ] And I could'a sworn y'were checking out my ass back there.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's just going to lean out and punch Howard in the back of the head. That's it. ] What? Y'want character references?

[latenightfondue]

[ Rubbing the back of his head because what even. ] Wouldn't mind a couple'a numbers if y'got 'em handy.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope, don't wanna inflict you onthe poor girls.

[latenightfondue]

[ Pfft. ] Wouldn't want your sloppy seconds anyway, buddy.

[ And climbing onto the sofa now, reaching for a second beer. ] So, Tony, y'know him, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Give him one. ] Unfortunately.

[latenightfondue]

Y'give him the special treatment, too, huh? The guy never seems to want to talk about it.

[ But that's not the point, let him just down half of the bottle before he gets to that. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

He's a jerk, you're a jerk. It ain't rocket science.

[ Lightly. ] Why? What's this about Tony?

[latenightfondue]

Gotta agree with you on that.

[ Crepe betrays once again as he pats her onto his knee, strokes her way too affectionately. ] There's something ain't right. Whenever I mention him to anyone, they clam up, ain't no one willing to tell me why.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrug. He has been lying since he was old enough to talk, okay? ] Yeah, me and Tony are bossom buddies, sure. I totally know everything. [ Eyeroll. ] You're both scientists. Maybe it's a work thing.

[latenightfondue]

[ Being so socially inept, he might have believed him, but. ] That don't explain why that hyper Dawn dame called him Mr Stark, said it was funny how we both got the same name and working at he same place.

[yourbestguysgun]

You don't have sole ownership on your last name, Stark. [ Goddamnit. ] A guy's allowed to share it.

[latenightfondue]

Never said they weren't, Barney, but ain't it a bit weird? I mean, there's a resemblance, too, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

You both look like assholes to me.

[latenightfondue]

If your version'a an asshole is handsome, then I gotta agree. We work the facial hair, y'just jealous.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh huh. Y'done preening yet?

[latenightfondue]

Put the disc thing down, didn't I? [ He glances over fondly, and then. ] Now you're doing it.

[yourbestguysgun]

Doin' what?

[latenightfondue]

The whole - [ Waving a hand. ] - weird thing.

[yourbestguysgun]

Shit, Howard. You're reading too much into this crap. Especially if y'think I know anythin'. Besides, plenty of guys're probably called Stark.

[latenightfondue]

Either you're sparing my feelings or y'covering for someone.

[yourbestguysgun]

Or I don't fuckin' know anything. [ Jeez. ] Y'think I care about either of you enough?

[latenightfondue]

[ That's why he's suspicious. ] Fine, okay, if you ain't gonna tell me then I'm gonna have to find someone who is.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sigh. ] Y'asked Tony?

[latenightfondue]

[ Sheepishly. ] Not exactly.