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[h1] Stark Crusader - Central Park - Police Safety Line.[/h1]
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Stark leaned on the charred, smoking wreckage of a vehicle he'd been using to ferry civilians out of Central park, his chin resting on top of his folded hands. His hangover had returned to cash in on his debts from the night before, and Stark fought a great battle with his own stomach to keep down his breakfast, grimacing the whole while.

"Why the frown little clown?" Spoke Boost with a mock motherly tone, saddling up beside his friend. James pulled his head to the side and shot his mate a look that showed how not amused he was, resting his head comfortably back on his arms.

"So, ain't gonna give the other epics a hand?" Boost inquired, gingerly touching a section of scorched metal, taking after James and resting his head atop his arms only after verifying that it wasn't hot. Stark had quite the tolerance for temperatures that boost did not, when undressed.

"Well she looks like she could use two." Began James with a smirk, nodding at the female epic over by the others. Boost closed his eyes and tried his hardest not laugh, fighting back a grin as he turned to his friend. "Woooowww..." Boost chided, but shortly lost face and chuckled.

"So no, they look like they've got it handled, and I'd rather not stay around and get roped into helping clean this place up, PR can suck my dick." James finished, pushing off from the wreckage and giving his arms a nice stretch out above his head, Boost knew he was merely showboating for the press who had arrived on the scene and promptly decided to throw his friends shirt that he had carried from the diner in his face. Starks head bobbed back with the hit, more from the surprise of it then the actual force, and he caught it with a free hand as it slid from his face.

"Cheers." James muttered giving Boost an unimpressed look, flipping him a quick middle finger and donning the shirt over his head. James was glad to have him back around in Epic city again. "Lets head back to mine and chill after we get through them." James said gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb at the paparazzi that had begun to swarm the police lines, wiping the soot and dirt from his face with the back of his hand, he raised an eyebrow questioningly at Boost.

"Looking good mate." Boost grinned. "And me?"

"Beautiful as always baby." Shot back James with a cheeky wink. The two laughed momentarily before composing themselves and turning toward the press, the question grind began and both Stark and a rusty Boost went through the motions, working their way free from the small crowd.