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Tony Stark (Drunk confession)

Tony swayed from side to side, a nearly empty bottle of scotch in his hand, music blared as the party he started carried on. He was having a grand old time, even though it seemed to be getting out of hand. With every sip he took, every bottle he finished, the more things began to get crazy. People cheered when ever he spoke, equally as shit faced women swooned over him, fights occasionally broke out, things were broken- and you were standing sober in the middle of it all.

You were a close friend of the Stark family, known Tony most of your life. You'd been to a couple of his parties before, but you've never seen them turn out like this. The whole situation was making you uncomfortable and you quickly go to the corner of the room where you saw a familiar face. Pepper sees you as you approach, there's a drink in her hand but she was basically sober. "Yn? What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it?" You look back at some guy as he bumps into you, nearly knocking you over and making you bump into Pepper. She holds her drink to the side before the alcohol inside can splash on either of you.

"S-sorry." You mutter, slightly glaring at the man before he disappears back into the crowd. "I wasn't going to come, but I changed my mind... Guess I made a bad decision, huh?" Pepper pursed her lips slightly and nods. "Do you know what's wrong with him? Why is he acting like this?"

"I have no idea. I'm just about ready to pull the plug on all of this. Everything is getting too crazy."

"I can see that. I just got here and I'm afraid about how this whole thing is turning out."

"I'm with you on that." She pauses. "Does Tony know you're here?" She asks.

"No, I wanted to stop by and check up on him. Usually everything is done by now. Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking that maybe you could help me out with-"

"PULL!" The sound of a blaster going off and a glass bottle shattering makes you jump and flinch. Glass rains down and you look back at the Playboy wide eyed. The group of people around him cheered as a woman prepared to throw another bottle into the air. Your stomach drops and you quickly run to him, he has one glove from his suit on and was preparing to fire another round.

"Tony!" You yell, grabbing him by the wrist. He looks to you a bit shocked as your eyes held worry. You can feel yourself chew on the inside of your cheek nervously, afraid of what his reaction would be.

"Yn? What... what are you doin here?" He slurred.

"Tony, stop this. You're drunk- please, put it away."

"Boo!"

"Quit crashing the party!" A few strangers yelled.

"All of you need to leave!" You shout. "Parties over, get out!"

"What?!"

"No!"

"I said PARTIES OVER! Leave! All of you! NOW!" You yell angrily, Tony quietly stares at you as you take charge. Pepper ushers everyone out of the room and you sigh, grabbing Tony by the arm.

"Yn..." he murmurs.

"No, I don't want to hear a word out of you!" You snap, gripping his wrist tight as you drag him to his room. The door slams behind you and you let him go, raking your fingers through your hair as you take a deep breath to calm yourself.

"I thought you said you weren't coming..." he mutters with a slight hiccup. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were alright. Your parties don't usually run this long." You sigh, heading into his bathroom, you rummage through the cabinets for some aspirin, knowing he was definitely going to need it in the morning. This routine wasn't foreign to you, when ever you'd find him in a state of inebriation you'd put him to bed, set up what he'd need for the hangover to come, and watch him while he slept in case he ever threw up in his sleep. (Thankfully that hasn't happened quite yet.)