#starcbash

[iron-t-stark-blog]

OPEN

Tony had spared no expense for the party; not that he really cared about his wealth any longer. This wasn’t about showing off, though he was sure some would only see it that way. It was about having a good time—he was new in town and he didn’t mind who knew it.

He was dressed to the nines, a perfectly tailored Armani suit, a red tie and pocket scarf topped with snakeskin patterned Christian Louboutins. The arc reactor was mostly obstructed by the tie, but the edges could be seen glowing under the white shirt. Usually he was all about band tee shirts and jeans, but he figured he may as well dress up for tonight.

He took a glass of champagne from a passing waitress he had hired for the occasion before climbing up on a bar top.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I just wanted to say that you are the ones making this night wonderful. And if you don’t drink and eat till your hearts content, everyone is going to have to take home doggie bags. Thank you and enjoy the party!”

He jumped down with a sigh, a hand touching one of his nearby suits he had nicknamed “Godkiller” as he walked by, sipping at the champagne.

“FRIDAY, how are we doing?”

All good, boss. No security breaches. I’ll let you know if anything happens.

Tony nodded to himself and leaned against the wall by his suits, watching everyone with a small smile on his face.

[pulitzcrwinner]

Lois hadn’t done this kind of snooping for a story in a long time. When she was working at the AP bureau in Beirut, she had learned about her stories in bazaars and family-owned stores—now, she was hobnobbing with some of the most influential (and most wealthy) people in Star City to get the scoop. As much as people liked to say that this was just a party, nothing was ever that simple and she knew it. If she looked hard enough, if she asked the right questions and managed to be in the right place at the right time, she would surely find a story worth reporting on. For now, however, she swirled a drink in her glass lightly, not really drinking it—she was on the job—but instead watching what was going on. “This place is amazing, isn’t it?” she asked, turning to the person next to her. “The height of luxury. Fitting, for a party around here.”

[spxdergwens]

Gwen wasn’t nearly as comfortable at parties as MJ seemed to be—five minutes in and it already seemed like MJ had vanished into thin air, probably turning some strangers into her best friends without even trying. Gwen, on the other hand, stood kind of awkwardly, one hand holding a drink while her other arm was folded lightly over her chest. She observed more than she participated—she was much better in smaller groups—but still, she figured that if she got enough drinks in her, she might actually work up the nerve to talk to some new people. Maybe even people who didn’t know here-Gwen—who would judge her for her, and not her similarity to her dead counterpart. 

[therapisttothedevil]

Linda cheered and looked over the defeated guy who was twice her size, five empty tequila shots consumed while he’d only been on three, “Alright big guy, pay up!” she demanded, laughing joyously as her red-faced opponent handed her a hundred dollars before heading on his way.

“Five more shots!” she half-yelled to the bartender who set them before her with a smile. Linda was here for some wild times after months of nothing but helping other people and she was damn well gonna have some!

“Hey,” she called to the person next to her, “Wanna help me with these?” she winked at the shots, “Or just watch me down’em, I was nicknamed Queen T in college.” she laughed and added, “The ‘t’ was for tequila.” Already a little tipsy.

[onehellofalawyer]

“Tell me, and be honest, am I pulling off the damsel in distress look here?” Foggy asked, barely managing to keep his beer in his glass as he swooned into the posed arms of an Iron Man statue on display, “Cause I think this is oscar worthy, my summer in theatre camp is paying off!” he chuckled.

[scncfkrypton-blog]

@wndwmn

It was relatively easy to find Diana among the crowd of people. Although everyone had dressed up for the party, Clark had spent enough time around the Amazonian to be able to pick her out in a crowd. From her posture to her choice in clothing, he knew who she was before she turned around. “I am so relieved there is someone else here I actually recognize.” He laughed softly as he spoke to her. “I’ve heard about Mr. Stark -- and the things he’s done with the Avengers as ‘Iron Man’, but to throw on a party of this size for the public? That one through me for a curve.” He explained.

[xselinakylex]

Selina was sitting at one of the tables, her legs crossed daintily as she took yet another shot—of course, she was cheating just a little, but it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t cheat at any and all games she played. She flipped the shot glass over and placed it firmly on the table between them, the mark of her lipstick still staining the rim of the glass. “You just tell me when you’re ready, darling,” she said with a crooked smirk, watching the man’s drooping eyes across the table from her. “I’m going to take that as a forfeit,” she said, plucking the hundred dollars from the center of the table. “Now, who’s next?”

[cfpeterparker]

Peter wasn’t new to being at Tony’s place, he was like a father to him after all, but he stepped away from the crowd for a moment. There was a beer in his hand, but that was for appearances mostly -- his metabolism won’t let it do anything. He had stepped outside, looking out at the city until he heard someone walking toward him. “Oh hey, rad party, right?”