Tony, Tony

NINETEEN

Happy sat in his quarters, a small room just big enough to fit a bed. He flipped on one of his favorite polka records.

And he sat there, all alone... happy I guess. He was the chauffeur to one of the richest and most emotionally fragile men on earth. He'd gone to the store to search for the perfect replacement pepper grinder lover for his boss. He cleaned up an entire stairway glass thingie. And that was just what happened in the evening.

Happy had dreams. He could've been anything, and he could still be a few things... if he tried hard, got a little elective surgery, and came into a lot of money.

From down the hall, Happy heard Tony scream, "Jarvis, shut off that crap!"

A missile flew out of a lamp and destroyed Happy's record player and one of his rarest polka vinyls, and Happy was sad. That's enough character development for one post.