[BUY MY BOOK THE AU] Taking the prettiest accountant at the IRS out for A Night

[flyguy]

[When Tony had texted Rhys at 8 in the evening with Coming to pick you up. Be wearing pants. it'd been some of the usual. You know the Tony Stark is rich and famous and a Lot of People Are Into That so he does whatever he wants kind of usual. Him showing up in an hotrod red Lamborghini and critiquing Rhys's outfit as the guy happily (or unhappily?) traipses out of his house/apartment/domicile of dwelling is...

Also pretty par for their evenings.]

I told you to be wearing pants. Not dressed like we're going out to Walmart for milk and disappointment. You're embarrassing me honeybear, this is an embarrassment. I thought government employees had a dress standard.

[Is what he says. But he's also clicking the button on his remote that makes the passenger door open. Jump in Barbie, I'm old and we're going for a ride.]

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[rhygret]

[ It most certainly does not. Rhys isn't sure if he feels chastised, embarrassed, or vaguely flattered by the end of all that, standing awkwardly as colournrises to his face. He doesn't sport a full blush, but he does cough out a weak laugh and clear his threat, straightening and running. A hand back through his hair.

He's going to kill Tony for this later, he thinks. Until one of the table's pieces of eye candy attaches themself to his side, some well-cut and refined guy with perfect teeth and a smile that leaves Rhys feeling like a teenager all over again.

Correction: he will kill Tony much later, if all goes well. ]

L...let's spin that table?

[ Rhys is literally the Least Prepared for this, but he's got money to burn (apparently??) and that's enough for everyone else there.]