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Every hero movie needs a party

WHO: Anyone and everyone
WHERE: Some Ballroom
WHAT: PARTAY! AKA the Fundraiser Padme is throwing to raise money for Tony's philanthropic oopsie
WHEN: mid-April
WARNINGS: Nothing in general. Potential for villain violence.

((ooc: This is a general mingle post. Go forth and do whatever you want! I've set the scene for the party but what you do in it is up to you! Want to party and schmooze with some rich folks? Go for it! Want to be a bad guy and try to steal shit from under said rich people's noses? Fabulous! Want to be a hero and stop said bad guys. Awesome! Want to brood and sulk like the dark angsty DC character you've always wanted to be? You do you, boo. Go forth and have fun!))

Maybe you're well to do in the city. Maybe you just know a guy who knows a guy. Or maybe you just have the right connections and heard it through the grapevine. One way or another, you've heard about the party of the month. Padme Naberrie Amidala, on behalf of the Stark Industries Board of Directors, has planned the finest fundraising event of her career to help pay for the new wing on the children's hospital... And maybe some starving children Tony wants to save.

Arrival

The entrance sets the stage for the whole event. Lit posts leading up to a wide circular doorway. The red carpet from the sidewalk is lined with paparazzi looking to snap some primo pictures of the attendees. Pose for the cameras, mingle, or just grab a drink from one of the waitstaff as you head inside.

Dinner is Served

The tables are set with fine place settings and beautiful center pieces. Most of the room is decked out in black and white, so as to not draw attention to the lovely colored gowns worn by many of the attendees. The gourmet meal has several options to satisfy everyone. The deserts are even more elaborate. Grab a bite and socialize. Or steal a seat or a plate when no one's looking. I'm not the boss of you.

Time to Socialize

There might not be a formal dance floor but the string quintet is playing some lovely music while the guests mingle. Now's the time to grab a glass of champagne or something from the bar. Snag some fancy looking hors d'oeuvres from a wandering server and spend time with your fellow citizens of this fine city.

Auction!

It is a fundraiser, after all. Aside from the cost to get in (unless you're a filthy freeloader who snuck in the back door), there is also a silent auction set up for attendees. But there are no gift baskets or wreathes in this auction. Nay, my friends. There is a reason there are guards at the door. This auction includes such things as Rolex watches, diamond necklaces, ski trips to the Andes and other fancy rich people things.

But the cherry on top is Tony Stark's contribution. A car that mysterious billionaire Din Djarin is rumored to have his eye on. The car has somehow been brought into the event and is on display for anyone to admire. But remember, that car did belong to Tony Stark, so none of you villains even think about trying to steal it!

The Bar

Every formal event has to have a bar for people tired of champagne or those who just want to be antisocial and run away for a while. Does this really need any more description than that?

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There were different degrees of trust. She knew he had secrets... Then again, so did she. But she'd trust him to keep hers. He was predictable in his unpredictability. There was something comforting about that. She and Bucky had an easy friendship. They flirted and teased and half the city thought they were a couple. But she knew that could never be. Tony, however. They bickered and butted heads. He drove her crazy... Yet she still stuck by him. That counted for something.

She could feel his disappointment as he turned. She shook her head. "Who says you did?" Smirking, she splashed him, kicking away before he could retaliate.

She hardly gave him quarter to grin luminously at her before Tony was finally raising an arm off of the edge of the pool to defend himself with a noise of protest. It was amazing how little encouragement it took for Padme to be as much of a menace as Tony was, and he was the one that had to go chasing her down to have his revenge, making the best show he could of frustrated demands to get back here through the waver of his laugh. Neither of them were swimming their best in their very expensive swimsuits, but Tony had the advantage of seeing exactly where Padme was going to grab at her ankle and drag her back through the battering of her own wake, flurry of red fabric and all.

She may act like an old debutante much of the time, but she was still relatively young. She just needed a little nudge to act like it.

She laughed, bright and bubbly, shaking her head as she tried to escape. He definitely had the advantage. She gasped when his fingers closed around her ankle. "No..." Then he pulled her and she let out a shriek of laughter. Her arms cut through the water, fighting to keep her head above the surface. Still, she got a face full of water and sputtered a little when she was brought face to face with Tony. One hand took hold of his shoulder to help get stay afloat. She grinned at him, tilting her head as she awaited his retaliation.

It was inevitable that if Tony kept teasing her, she was likely to touch him at some point, but he was still expecting kicking and splashing and not to anxiously drop his shoulder under her hand and let himself sink further under the water so he was no longer a viable buoy. Before Padme could think too hard about that, he was grabbing her around the waist and bursting upward again to toss her with as much power as he could manage with all of the elements working against him, sending her splashing back down into the pool in a calamity of waves that sprayed over the infinite edge.

Breathing too rapidly for the effort, Tony took his chance to retreat back to the side of the pool where much of it was spreading across the tiled floor by then, and he only flooded it more as he hauled himself up in a liberal downpour from his soaked clothes to perch out of the water and more out of reach.

Padme didn't have time to wonder about his dipping away from her touch before his arm slipped around her waist. She shrieked as she was hurled into the water. It took her a moment to right herself amidst the torrent of red fabric. She broke the surface coughing and laughing.

Seeing Tony out of the water, she paddled towards him. She was careful not to tear her dress as she pulled herself out. "You're terrible." She grinned, still laughing and shaking her head."

"Only when I'm encouraged," Tony insisted as he tried to help pull her skirts up out of the water, squeezing some of the weight out of them in a wash across he tiles. "After all, I knew this was up here this whole time, and you come along for ten minutes and suddenly I've got pool water in my pockets." Clearly, he would have been the perfect gentleman all evening without this diversion. He scrubbed some of the water from his own hair, leaving it spiked erratically and watched his gold scarf float slowly further away, toward the edge of the city.

"Need I remind you that you pushed me?" She gently poked him in the chest.

Shaking her head, she reached up and squeezed some of the water out of her hair. She pulled out the last of the pins that survived the plunge, letting them fall to the floor. Once her hair fell loose around her shoulders, she tilted her head at him. Their conversation had piqued her interest. All that talk about marriage and settling down... It wasn't like him. It almost felt like he was leading up to something. But what? Her tone is gentle, inquisitive as she ventures, "Tony... Why all the hypotheticals? If you want to ask me something, you can just ask me."

The poke made Tony wheeze a tense laugh as he did his best not to wince, and left him holding an anxious hand to the chestplate where she had touched and trying pointedly only to watch Padme in the reflection of the water like that could afford him any further safe distance while she pulled down her hair. He wasn't so sure that he was trying to ask anything of her, so much as trying to tell her something indirectly enough that it didn't come with any of his baggage and maybe she'd actually believe him, and his fingers started to drum restlessly as he ventured for the slightly more direct, "Someone should be telling you how beautiful you are every day. I know I'm..." He bit his tongue, and did his best to turn that into a familiar smile, because he didn't have to get maudlin just because Padme sounded serious. "I'm honoured to occasionally be the one to steal you away to get the chance," he corrected. "I won't have too many more before you're in my office showing off the engagement ring. I can see the future, you know."

"Oh, Tony." She shook her head, giving him an incredulous look. "Your crystal ball must be broken. When would I have the time? Five minutes in between board meetings, diaper changes and..." She didn't know if Tony knew what her last obligation was... The one that was generally the most time consuming. Biting her lip for a moment, she decided that then was as good a time as any to come clean... As it were.

She stepped a little closer to him. "Let's just say I have other pressing matters that I can't just anyone with." Closing her eyes for a moment, she spread her hands and focused on the air around them. There was a brief crackle of static electricity before the wind kicked up. A small tornado of warm wind blew up around them. It pulled the moisture from their clothes and dried them. When it died down, the chlorine smell remained, but their clothes were dry. Her hair fell in loose waves down her back. She opened her eyes and he'd see the glow of electricity in them for a moment before it faded.

If Tony could spirit Padme away from her busy schedule long enough for an ill-advised swim, he was pretty sure the person who really deserved her would find the time and make the offer worthwhile, so Tony was already pouting dubiously at Padme's argument. The coy lip bite and stepping into his space kept Tony quiet, though, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise at her closing her eyes and the familiar, static tingle that danced along the metal of his chestplate and left his hair standing on end.

The incredible control that she had was not a surprise, necessarily, but that she thought to use it so deliberately shocked a charmed laugh out of Tony, and his hands were already up to cradle gently around her delicate face before he had fully processed how grateful he was for the trust. He pressed it in a kiss to her forehead and tried to smooth the generous blowout she had given herself with another chuckle. "You know, I'm not seeing the downside, you're, honestly, really selling the whole experience to me," he muttered.

Shhh. He was someone she already trusted. It was possible that someone someday would manage to get close enough to her, but she wasn't actively searching for it.

It wasn't every day she got to shock Tony... pun intended. She smiled up at him as he touched her face, a light blush gracing her cheeks. The forehead kiss was so familial, and so not what she expected from the moment. But she was certainly not going to push him in any regard. "I am, huh? I always knew you had interesting taste in women." Going up on her toes, she brushed her lips against his cheek. "You're going to make someone very happy, too, Tony."

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