Two Billionaires Walk Into a Bar

November 30, 2017:

What it says on the tin!

Luke's Bar - Harlem

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Jessica Jones

Plot:

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

The good thing about owning your own bar is that you can set the hours that it's open. Right now, there is a sign on the front door that says 'Deliveries Only' and none of the neon has been switched on which is usually a beacon for customers. Luke is standing behind the bar mirrored on the opposite side by Danny Rand as the two sit over a pair of glasses and a bottle of scotch. "So I stayed the night before at Jessica's." He makes a face, indicating he knows just how bad of an idea that was.

*

"You…stayed the night at Jessica's, or you," Danny pitches his voice slightly differently, "…you 'stayed the night at Jessica's?'" The curly haired billionaire ninja is currently wearing gray suit pants and a white collared shirt that's pushed up to his elbows and undone in the front. He's wearing nice leather loafers and his suitjacket is draped over a nearby chair. He's slouched forward quite dramatically and he's rocked the chair back on two legs.

*

About right then is when the door flies open. Well is pushed open really. And a figure stands there framed in the doorway. He's not that tall, but he makes up for it with a wealth of personality. And everyone knows him of course. No one can /not/ know Tony Stark.

At least thats how he sees it.

"So! Luke! You need more lights on in here man. Hard on the eyes." He adds as he strolls in like he owns the place. Which is nothing new. He goes everywhere like he owns the place.

"Said deliveries only so I came on in."

*

Danny gets a rather flat look for that question, like 'ninja, please', "I'm not quite as stupid as I look." He's about to take another drink when Tony just comes waltzing into the bar, the glass paused halfway to his mouth that is suddenly slightly ajar. "Well. It's official. This is the most messed up week I've had in a while." The last of the contents of his drink are thrown back in one fail swoop, and while he's coughing he makes vague instructions. "Billionaire Danny Rand, meet…billionaire Tony Stark. You two should have a lot to talk about. Like buying islands."

*

If something were to happen right now and Luke's bar was to explode via gas leak, the combined life insurance settlements on Tony and Danny could probably feed a small country for two months. Danny's about to say something in response to stupidity vis a vis Jessica Jones, but then there's someone else in the bar and introductions are being made.
He takes a second, then thumps the stool back down on all four legs. "Uh. Mr. Stark. Hi." For him, meeting Tony is less 'star-struck' and more, 'you're a guy my parents used to know and I saw you at parties my parents made me come to but only until 9 when they Von Trapp'd me away because after that people started getting drunk.'

*

"Call me Tony, Mister Stark sounds too much like my dad and I'm not my dad yet." The inventor replies as he strolls right on over and offers his hand out to Danny. "Rand…Rand…I think I met your parents once or twice. Sorry to hear about them, and you I thought. Rumors of your death and all that."

He wasn't really paying much attention to the Rands much of course, they were married and didn't have daughters his age.

A smirk back towards Luke, and islands are terrible investments. Unless your looking for secret bases, but there are so many better places to put bases than islands. Though you do have a nice beach if you do."

The Avenger pulls a chair over, plopping down on it before looking between the pair of them. "Deliveries. I brought you your phone. It should survive no matter who flings it though a wall." This towards Luke. Then back towards Danny. A pause. "So. What do you do?"

*

Luke doesn't just plunk another glass down on the bar for Tony, rather one is selected and held up to the light and polished with a towel before it's then, in fact, plunked down. "Must be nice, I can't even decide which summer home I'm going to visit this year. I don't have time to worry about where to plop down my secret lair." He snorts laughter at his own joke as he pours Tony a drink. "Oh yeah?" The news of the phone brightens Cage's dour expression just a hint, his big paw held out and twitched in a gimme gesture.

*

Danny shakes, doing his best to practice his Buisness Handshake. He doesn't exactly have the soft hands of a billionaire millenial if Tony happens to be having a rare moment of being observant. "Yeah, uh, it's been…it's been interesting." He smiles and picks up his own glass. He gives Luke a look when he does the polishing routine as if to say, 'you didn't do that for my glass!'
The question of 'what do you do' makes him blink a bit owlishly. "Well, um. I'm trying to learn the ropes at Rand." Which is a lame answer, but.

*

Stark just gives Danny this look. A look that says 'I'll get to you in a second.' at that responce before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a /phone/. Not one of these tiny little smartphones. But a full size one, that fits into Luke's hand like a glove as the inventor drops it in there.

"Touch screen, bulletproof casing. Stress tested to about two tons pressure. Flame proof. Should handle ice fine. Acid. Etc etc etc. GPS and all that stuff too." He adds to the phone. "Just link it to your fingerprint and you should be good."

He takes the drink without even looking at it before glancing back towards Danny. A smirk on his face. "Intresting eh? Thats one way to put it. Learning the ropes at Rand is hard, I can totally give you advice at what not to do. And what to do. Mostly what not to do, and the to-do would be hire a hot intelligent woman as your CEO." A beatpause. "Make sure she's not crazy too. That helps." He takes a sip of his drink before quirking a brow again. "But come on now. What do you do? You're a long lost billionares son that recently came back from the dead. We have people that can bounce bullets, detectives that can fling cars, Devils in Hell's Kitchen…so what can you do?"

No names dropped but he's curious obviously.

"Fling lightning bolts? Shoot lasers out of your eyes? Don't tell me you make power suits cause thats my thing…"

*

Luke has been given a new toy. And not just a toy, one that he won't accidentally break if he shoves it into his pocket or if he gets irritated trying to send a text message. There is a little graveyard of flip phones somewhere thanks to Cage, who never opted for anything fancier simply because he couldn't afford to replace them all the time. This beautiful piece of technology is lifted to his lips and the screen is kissed. "Hello gorgeous, where have you been all of my life?" The man's going to need a moment here. Mainly because he's trying to figure out what Tony meant by linking his fingerprint.

*

Lightning round time! Danny Rand is objectively a terrible liar. That's part of the reason he just tends to blurt out everything. It's so much easier than trying to avoid it. But his equivalent of a hot non-crazy CEO is Joy Meachum - though she's been more like a big sister who is trying to make sure he doesn't walk around with a bubblegum stuck in his hair. And Joy said 'do not go around telling people you are this Fist thing.' So he's trying, trying to keep that in mind.
"Um. I'm just…trying to learn how to be a CEO." And hanging out in the bar of a dude who he has no logical CEO reason to be hanging out with. He tosses Luke a vaguely 'help?' look, then finishes off what's left in his glass. He tries a distraction tactic by saying, "Maybe you can make it unlock with his lips instead of his fingerprint."

*

"What no thats creepy. Besides you can't just keep kissing your phone in the middle of fighting ninjas or whatever it is that makes Luke's bar keep exploding." Tony shakes his head. "Thumbprint on the little button on the bottom, it'll link it then all you have to do it put your thumb back there to open it up." He adds towards Luke as he nods towards the phone.

Stark just gives Danny a look though when he gives that answer. A quirked eyebrow then he blows out a sigh. "As long as its not powersuits and you don't blow up my city I don't really care you know." He adds with a shake of his head.

*

"I bend over and let one loose, and Danny holds the lighter. Together we're known as the Righteous Flatulence." Luke supplies for Rand, bailing him out the only way he knows how in this case. "Stark, stop drilling my customers. I bartended a gig at Rand Industries, and we became friends. Now he stops by occasionally to listen to me bitch about women. Right here?" The last is as he figures out how to unlock the phone, muttering a 'Sweet Christmas' as all the little icons pop up. "Now that's what I'm talking about." He seems to be able to navigate around just fine, immediately finding the music app to see if there are any songs loaded.

*

Rather than try to engage in a battle of wits when he's unarmed, Danny just sort of nods dumbly. "I have a lot of people around me who I'm paying or who want something from me. It's nice to just chat." When it doubt, go with the truth. Even if the 'just chat' was about to lead into 'mission stuff with this group they seem to have formed to do hero stuff.'
"Oh, oh, those things are great," he points at the phone as if just realizing it's there. "Did you know it can give you directions to places? And you can talk to make texts. Though I don't understand why you wouldn't just call someone at that point."

*

"Seems like a worthy team," Stark replies with a smirk as he downs a good portion of his drink. The inventor does know how to hold his booze at least. "Come on though, you can't blame me for asking. Everyone is getting powers, or mad about someone else getting powers lately. I had to help break up a damn riot over the registration thing the other day!" A shake of his head then before he smirks slightly as Luke lights up like a man with a new friend. "Merry Unbirthday."

No songs loaded, but its got a paid for Spotify account. So thats something.

"Ahh yeah, those kinds. I used ot have a lot of people like that around me. Then I pissed them all off and they left. Be rude and eccentric and that works for me." His thoughts are thrown entirely off track though as Danny starts to gush over the phone. "Kid have you been under a rock for the past like five years?"

*

Luke gives a deep rumble of laughter as Danny gets all excited telling him what the phone is capable of. Sure, he knows, but he's not about to take away Rand's thunder entirely. "Jones has her programed to sound like Morgan Freeman." His glance finally comes back up, looking to Stark. "And Merry Christmas to you. I got you…booze." Said as he refills their glasses. The rock question? Yeah. Luke's so not touching that one. Sorry, Danny, you're on your own.

*

"Yeah, I was…I left the gala just before everything blew up." To go fight some ninjas, as it happens. But Danny is apparently not in confession mode. Just barely. He'll busy his mouth with swallowing some booze. Without thinking he says, "More like…ten?" And then, cough, cough. Yeah. That was the part he was supposed to avoid. "…I was somewhere without a lot of…uh…technology."

*

"I'll take my booze and like it," Stark says with a smirk as he washes down more of said booze and leans back in the chair. A smirk on his face before he quirks a brow at Luke. "He's bad at this isn't he?" Then back towards Danny. "Oh yeah you were, but naw. There was a riot again. Those mutant twins showed up to a Pro-Registration rally and caused a mess. Been causing nothing but trouble, which really isn't helping with this pro-registration anti-registration thing." f

*

"In my opinion the only thing that can rattle a billionaire is another billionaire." Luke writes off Danny's nuances, "You're the one that told him to be eccentric." The bartender points out, his dark eyes swiveling to a cork board behind the bar where he has important numbers tacked to it. He starts stabbing in the one marked as Owen Mercer into the list of contacts. "So is Stark Tower on speed dial, right next to Tony's Pizzeria?" The original Tony's. Not all those other fakers.

*

And not the pizza oven that Tony no doubt has in his kitchen? Danny neither confirms nor denies he's 'bad at this.' But he does finish up the rest of his drink, then checks his watch. It's fancy, but in an understated way. Someone obviously helped him pick it out.
"I've got a meeting to get to. Luke, um, we'll…talk about other stuff soon." He opens his mouth to add more to what would undoubtedly be a lie, but decides the better of it. He settles his suit jacket that was draped over a chair back across his shoulders, then offers his hand to the other billionaire again. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark." Apparently he's forgotten the mister thing, or some of his training is actually sticking.
He'll probably be going to bed tonight when he'll realize he never asked how the bartender knows the other obscenely rich guy.

*

"Yup, Stark Tower and all the other good ones. Including the best Pizzerias in town." The inventor replies as he knocks back the rest of his drink and stands. "See ya round, Bed Head." He calls towards Danny as the blonde offers his hand. Stark takes it, shakes it easily. A smirk again as he looks back towards Luke. "Make sure he doesn't die in whatever you two are getting up too." Then the inventor starts to head for the door. "Thanks for the gift of the booze though. But I need to get back before Pepper starts yelling at me to go get something to eat. See ya two round!"

*

Luke flips a towel over his shoulder as he goes to pull his guests' glasses off the bar. "See ya." This to both the men that are vacating. He then proceeds to have an imaginary conversation with himself. "What did you do today, Luke?" "Oh, you know, had a couple of obscenely rich guys come to the bar." "What did you talk about?" "Fart jokes, mostly." There is a shake of his bald head as the little bell above the door rings in close succession. "Now I can die, saying I've seen it all." Sobering thought, that.

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