Moonlight Madness

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Tony Stark was the sort of man who knew how to dazzle women and make them feel as though they were fallen stars from the Heavens. It had been a while since the man had endured any sort of relationship and there was no rumor of anyone romantic in his life. Pepper Potts had left him for her own reasons, but what they were he would never say nor disclose to any press. He seemed to be heartbroken from it, resulting in an onslaught of parties and slowly slipping into his alcoholism. The man knew how to hide his heartbreak behind that grin and booze, but he brushed it off and carried himself as a party animal who knew how to liven up the room.

Tonight was yet another party in Stark Tower, this one more professional than the last. Tonight was a gala for the Make a Wish Foundation in which Mr. Stark would be making a generous donation. Mr. Stark had a fondness for children and wouldn't hesitate to give them a hug or an autograph. He was often kind towards them and would never shy or turn away from them. It wasn't too long ago that he actually helped a group of people create prosthetic limbs for children. He had presented the created limbs to the children who so desperately needed them to function. Each child was awed not only by the beginning of their new life with their new limbs, but also the fact that Iron Man himself was there to deliver it to them.

It was something you believed was sweet of Mr. Stark and how he was unlike other businessmen who did this sort of work for the publicity. While Mr. Stark was all about show, there were just some things he did for the better of the world and his own personal interest. Where children fell, you believed, was into both categories. After all, they did hold the keys to the future.

You were invited to this gala by your boss because he wanted his best business associates there and you were no exception. You were one of the best and you liked to hold yourself to that title. But outside of work, you really didn't have much of a life. You would crawl home and slip into your warm, comfortable clothes while eating leftovers from the night prior and catch up on your favorite program. It wasn't that you didn't know how to have fun, it was more so the notion that you preferred your own company as opposed to anyone else's. You were comfortable in your solitude and knew how to have fun by yourself.

Your luck with romance was as slim as a Slim Jam and it was not something to be snapped into. You were like everyone else; you had the great loves, the train wrecks, the one night stands. They were all learning lessons in life which led you to believe that your possible soul mate existed somewhere. But you weren't too worried about finding him or her and for now, you allowed life to carry you on the coattails of being a successful professional.

You bought a dress from Armani because you knew you could afford it and it made you look so fine. It was elegant but a little saucy, smart but sexy – all of the qualities that embodied you and allowed the anxiety of being around the public slowly slither away. The comfort of knowing your co-workers and boss would be there eased you somewhat, but you could hear your anxiety nagging in the back of your head. It growled like a tiger, its claws raking at farthest point in your mind. You knew a drink would relax you, but you weren't one for alcohol and so you simply requested a cola to calm your nerves.

Sipping the beverage, your eyes gazed around the room; a view of New York in all its glowing glory was just beyond clear windows hidden behind the throngs of nicely clad masses. A buffet from some well known classy restaurant was set up in the distance, but you had just finished eating a while ago. A well stocked bar seemed to stretch across the room, furthering the owner of Stark Tower's love of the drink. Everything in the room seemed to be illuminated as though it was all made of gold, twinkling in your eyes as though you had stumbled upon a dragon's treasure trove. Your heels clicked as you aimlessly wandered through the crowd, taking in every detail while classic music played in the background. Mozart, you believed it was. The piece was coming to a close as the lights seemed to dim and from some hidden entry way a spotlight appeared. You smirked softly, oh what a show man Mr. Stark was and you knew it without a doubt.