There is a few great things about being a Stark child. One; dashing good looks. Two; advanced intelligence. Three, a drive to learn. And four; the amount of money one can make just from doing what they love. One of things the only child of Tony Stark loved was waking up in his own house. His father gave him a [url= http://assets.vice.com/content-images/contentimage/no-slug/53bd507b8755f5e6f3c54239919b777b.jpg]beach house[/url] in exchange for helping him work on one of his iron man suites. Nothing was better than not living at home. Though he did miss his parents from time to time, the twenty five year old took the time and lack of parental control as a grace period was grand until he had to return to S.H.I.E.L.D. for more training and work. 

The brunette rose from the bed stretching his muscular arms over his head in a yawn. “What time is it…” He muttered as a computerized voice came over a soft speaker phone. [i]“It is 4:30pm, little Mister Stark.”[/i] His father had added in as a joke into JARVIS’ programing that he would refer to his son as little Mister Stark instead of Mister Stark. Though the payback was fun for young Tony when he rewrote the system in only a code he knew and now Jarvis referred to his father as the ‘Old Mister Stark’. A groan left him when he realized that he still hadn’t cracked his father’s code to change that. Oh it was embarrassing the first time he brought a girl home, instead of bracing them for the JARVIS voice and when he was called ‘little Mister Stark’ he had to do a lot of explaining. So it became a habit of bracing women before he took them home about what they would encounter at his house.

Deep brown eyes blinking, the lazy young man stumbled his way into his bathroom before showering attempting to wake himself up. Staying up until six in the morning probably wasn’t the best idea in the world but hey, at least he didn’t have to work. They always wanted him there at the ungodly hour of 9am. Ha, how funny.

Tonight was another night of drinking and partying and there was a new bar/club opening up in town and of course a Stark had to be there. And seeing as his father was married and had ‘responsibilities’ to the world, which young Tony probably should take more seriously. Young Tony would rather be out and about so of course, the young man dressed in a slick black dress shirt and dark blue clean jeans and black shoes and slid out into the garage. Climbing into his [url= http://www.bharatnow.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/black-car-with-big-wheels.jpg]car[/url], he flew out of the garage and down into town.

It didn’t take long for him to find a parking spot before the young man wondered inside locking the car behind him before sliding his keys in his pocket. Tony moved with a sense of pride in his walk, his deep brown eyes scanned the crowd as he entered the bar and a few people took notice of the sharply dressed yet causal young man. Sliding himself against the bar he ordered a scotch on the rocks and leaned back, elbows placed gently on the bar top as he scanned the crowd. His father attempted to warn him from time to time, ‘Anthony’, he’d say, ‘Arrogance will get you everywhere and nowhere. Think about it.’ He never understood why his father spoke in such a weird way to him when he was younger but as of right now, his arrogance got him a lot of things and as the drink slid into his hand and he started a tab, his dark brown eyes feel onto a brunette at a table by herself. Oh yes, his arrogance really kicked in.

Drink in hand he walked over and took the seat in the booth across from her. “What do you think of the new bar?” He asked in a conversational fashion as he leaned back against the booth’s backing and took a sip of the scotch.