AUTHOR, DRUNK

"Listen here, pal, if you try to spin  anything I say into something that  is negative or misogynistic I will  hunt you down and make you wish  I had told Thor to find you instead.  Now what’s your name again and  you better be willing to buy me coffee.  No guarantee I’ll talk, but coffee helps.”

       "I'm scott. Scott Fitzgerald."

"Are you recording this, creepazoid?" Sorry, bro, she just doesn’t trust you.

Several years experience in rp (13+). Totally into doing just about any plot you can imagine. Rad music posted all the time. Space Ghost?? ?? Not owned by a failing liquor store corporation, no worries. IDK come 2 me pls. Knows MCU and 616 like whaaaat. Don’t steal my header, it was art made specifically for me by my pal Red, thanks.

(●ω●✿) — A starter, maybe?

It's not a problem, Mr. Potts, sir. I caught you at a bad time, that's all. The receptionist said I could come right up, so I did. I hope you don't mind.         [ Scottie smiled weakly before pulling out            her journal from her satchel at her hip and            blinking her approval at him, enjoying the            handsome features he had and the way that            he was so polite. ]      I hope you don't mind, I have a few questions      for you about the new project your... uh, Stark      announced.

      Wait — I’m not decent.

        Aha, sorry. I'll just wait out here. [ Scottie waited outside the door, closing it   so that she wouldn't intrude on Mr. Potts'   dressing room. ]

         { ♚ —— the’s impeccable as always                             the three men she took down                                 laying lifeless behind her}                 “When  say run,                                         r u n.”

          It only takes a moment, and then he's gone.                 He doesn't know what danger he's in, but                 it's definitely enough to stimulate the fight                 or flight instincts in him, and flight was the                 only one that worked.