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This time we're gonna get funky

Characters: Pepper Potts and OPEN
Date: November 12
Location: Jade Dojo
Situation: Pepper turns 18 today! Party time, y'all
Warnings/Rating: None yet

It's the 12th of November, which means that Pepper is becoming a Legal Adult, according to the laws of her home. Maybe those kinds of things don't apply as much here (she has no idea what the age is to become an adult in Keeliai), and even if she wasn't turning eighteen, it's still her birthday. Which, of course, means there has to be a party.

And not just any party. Unlike Tony and Gene, she wants a real bash. Not a rowdy one, of course, but one that is totally fun and super awesome. Bakura was kind enough to let her use the dojo, so once the sun goes down and the students have left, she sets everything up. There's a table against one wall with snacks, drinks and the obligatory cake with eighteen candles; it's obviously not as lavish as the masquerade refreshments, but it looks good. The left over streamers and paper lanterns from Tony's party in July have made a reappearance, carefully placed around the room so as not to get in the way nor cause any damage to the dojo walls when they're removed.

The armor is set up in a far corner, so anyone who hasn't seen it yet will get the chance. She might even take people for rides if they want - although let's be honest, she's the one that wants to go flying again like she did with Raine. For the moment though, it's acting as the music player and disco ball machine. Not what Tony had intended when he built it, but she thinks this only makes it that much more awesome. Pepper can go from apocalypse-preventing mode to party mode in the space of seconds.

There are also a few board games and several decks of cards on one of the benches, in case anyone feels like playing games.

Although she did send out specific invitations, she's perfectly happy if anyone brings a guest she doesn't know, or if someone amiable decides to drop by, attracted by the sounds of the party. The more the merrier, right?

(OOC Note: Let me know if you want a specific starter, and feel free to put up your own! It's a party, have fun!)

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"Totally preemptively perma-banned," Tony agrees, not entirely kidding.

"Yeah, maybe I can pick up a side job as a card-house contractor," he jokes. "And somebody better knock it down. That's the best part of building a card tower."

He adds another layer to the top of the tower. "...Also, that means I don't have to be the one to put all these back. Whoever knocks it down, cleans it up." Ah, yes, the catch.

"And Bakura thinks I'm a troublemaker," Pepper says with a grin.

She picks up one of the cards and spins it in between her fingers.

"What if no one knocks it down? Are you just gonna leave it there until some unsuspecting student hits it during practice?"

The kedan especially are probably unaware of the card etiquette rules.

"I can't help it!" Tony protests. "I can't not card count. It just happens! They shouldn't be allowed to kick me out of casinos for being a supergenius. That's discrimination." Yeah, sure it is, Mister One Percent.

He considers Pepper's question for a moment, even though he can't imagine the unparalleled temptation that is a card tower lasting the evening.

"Well... how much would Bakura kill me if I left a giant card tower in his dojo?"

He's not really sure what Bakura would do to him if he got on his nerves, but it's probably worse than having to clean up all these cards himself.

"They're probably kicking you out of casinos because you weren't old enough to gamble yet," Pepper points out. "But as a supergenius, you really should figure a way around both of those things."

She flicks the card she's holding at Tony's ear.

"He probably won't kill you very much. It takes a lot more than that to irritate him. But I promised I'd give the dojo back the way I found it, so I'll have to undo your grand feat of cardchitecture if no one else does, as much as that will pain me." She says this last part with grave seriousness.

He hasn't ever actually tried to sneak into a casino. Surprisingly, gambling is not one of his vices. Well, maybe not so surprising: being able to calculate all the odds of any game with Spock-like precision does take a lot of the thrill out of the whole thing. And it's not like he'd ever needed the money.

"I do have a really good fake ID. But they'll probably all recognize me anyway, now. Since I'm famous. More famous." He flicks a card back at her.

"If it makes it to the end of the night, I'll rock-paper-scissors you for who gets to knock it down and who has to clean it up."

It is probably a good thing that gambling is not one of his vices, honestly.

"Why do you have a fake ID?" Pepper asks, simultaneously amused and suspicious. "I mean. Everyone already knew who you are even before Iron Man; how were you planning on explaining your likeness to Tony Stark to anyone who saw the fake?"

Ooh, you've started a card war. She snags another one off the table and wings it at him, then steps behind the card tower to use it as a shield.

"Deal," she replies from behind the paper construction.

"Um, to get into clubs," Tony says, like that should be totally obvious. "And not everybody. I could sometimes still get in. Anyway, even if people recognized me, a couple hundred bucks goes a long way."

This intolerable rich jackass has bribed his way into clubs. Raise your hand if you're shocked.

He bends a card to catapult it over the tower so that it flutters down on Pepper's head. Score!

"You're ridiculous," Pepper remarks with a grin. "When did you have time to go to clubs? I thought all your spare time went to the lab."

She's mostly just teasing him. It's good to hear that he does not, in fact, spend all his spare time in the lab, even if he's being a troublemaker while he's not there.

Pepper manages to grab the card that lands on her as it slides off her head. Rather than toss it back at him, she walks back around the tower and places it sedately on top of his head.

"There, now you're the card king."

"I had a lot of free time between getting out of the hospital and starting school," Tony reminds her. Definitely more free time than had been good for him. At least he'd eventually pulled himself together enough to direct his energies into building the armory instead of underage drinking.

Tony stands very still as Pepper places the card on his head, trying very hard not to let it fall. "Uh huh. Are you sure this isn't just a ploy to keep me in one place so I don't eat the last corner slice of cake?"

"Well, I'm glad you got a better hobby than barhopping. Even if you get blown up a lot more often." Being Iron Man was far superior to just about anything, and a far better use of Tony's talents and money.

"I seriously doubt putting a card on your head would keep you from food. If I wanted to distract you I'd put Gene in front of you instead," she points out. "It's pretty good cake though," Pepper adds, pleased.

"I may get blown up more, but superheroing is less likely to get me murdered by Roberta." Roberta, as you can imagine, was less than pleased to discover Tony sneaking out to go clubbing.

"Hmmm..." Tony says, stroking his chin thoughtfully. The card is still balanced on his head. "Gene, or cake... tough choice. Depends on how hungry I am."

"That is very true," Pepper replies, giggling, even though Roberta was no laughing matter. She was a terror as an opponent; between the mom and the lawyer, she was a force of nature all to herself.

Pepper misses her. But right now it's party time, not nostalgia-and-homesickness time.

"Really? I wonder what he'd say about that," she teases, glancing around for Gene. It's not exactly hard to find him in a room this size. "I could go get him and a slice of cake and make a proper experiment of it."

A force of nature had been exactly what Tony had needed to rein him in after the plane crash, though he certainly hadn't appreciated it at the time.

But there's no need to dwell on bad memories when they're making happier ones right now.

Tony grins at Pepper's suggestion and/or threat. "I don't think we should test that. Do you want me sleeping on the couch for a week?"

"Oh, I don't know. I could be worth it," Pepper muses. She leaves the thought hanging for a moment. "But probably not. You're no fun to be around when you're moping." She isn't either, for that matter.

"He probably wouldn't make you sleep on the couch for a week," she adds after a moment.

"I don't mope," Tony objects, which is frankly just a bald-faced lie.

"And have you met Gene? He's as good at holding grudges as he is at martial arts. One time I drank all the milk and refilled it with juice instead. I was watching my back for a month. It wasn't even that good of a good prank."

"Everyone mopes," Pepper counters, smiling.

"You realize he's probably just making you think you need to watch your back so that he doesn't actually have to put significant effort into getting back at you, right? At least that's what I'd do. You'd end up getting back at yourself without realizing it," she says with a laugh.

"I'm not everyone," Tony sniffs.

Then he shakes his head and affects a look of martyrdom. "That's just mean. If you guys ever gang up on me, I'm so screwed. I swear, you're both evil masterminds."

Well, Gene's technically a failed evil mastermind, so honestly Pepper's probably the one to watch out for.

"'Evil mastermind' is such an ugly phrase. We prefer 'amoral superstrategists,' thank you very much," Pepper scoffs.

It isn't the first time that the subject has come up, both in jest and in seriousness, although she hasn't examined it much before coming to Keeliai. Things here were far less cut and dry (although things back home weren't always much better), and some introspection has been in order.

On this occasion, though, she's more than willing to play up the joke.

"'Amoral superstrategists,' got it. Well, I'm just glad you two 'amoral superstrategists' are on my side. Usually. I'm definitely not going to try to start any more prank wars."

He can win a prank war against Happy. Pepper and Gene, together? Kiss your ass goodbye, Funny Man.

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