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Wolfgang has this Archer-esque belief that he would turn out alive and well, no matter how dire of a situation he is in. So far, his luck hasn’t run out yet, and he has this mentality that nothing would ever kill him. He’s cocky enough to think that he’ll turn out on top every single time. Either he’ll figure something out, he’ll pay his way out of it, or his goons would break him out. Worst comes to the worst, sheer simple luck would be on his side.
Blackout drunk isn't something Tony tries for. But it's been known to happen on occasion. And when he wakes up in a palatial suite in Vegas, naked in an unfamiliar bed, it only takes him turning on his side to see Wolfgang before he groans and buries his face into the pillow. "Oh god."
If there’s ever such a feeling of pure, unadulterated ow, Wolfgang is feeling it right now.
Then again, there worse ways to wake up ( and worse people to wake up next to ). Is it cheap to say that he’s feeling a little smug, seeing who he ended up in bed with? If only he could remember how they ended up like this, without a single piece of clothing between them as they lay here, tangled up in rumpled sheets. “Morning, doll,” he greets, voice as rough as his throat feels. He stretches with a low grunt. “What do you mean, ‘oh god’? You mean ‘thank god’.”
hellfireandhightops:
“Such a pity you feel the need to die over this.” A hand reaches out to snag him by the front of his shirt, tugging him in close. The goddess pulls him along as she slips through shadows, appearing at their destination between one blink and the next. “Satisfied now?”
It happens so mindbogglingly fast that if he had closed his eyes for a second, he would’ve been convinced that he had been knocked out and just woke up in a whole new part of town.
Oh god, not again.
“... Mhm,” he forces himself to hum out, absently running his hands over his freshly dry-cleaned suit jacket. Still in one piece. “What year is it again, kid?”
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sovietbcrn:
Jonathan’s dark eyes traveled up to the man who stood near by. The telepath blinked softly before he spoke. “Um…I guess….Is it tradition?”
“Is it tradition?” scoffs Wolfgang. That’s like asking if kids get ( or ought to get ) presents at Christmas. “Of course it is. Can’t start without the new year without it.”
“Want to give this old man a smooch for New Year’s?”
“Can’t you see, what love and romance have done to meee?”
Ah, New York. There’s nothing like the smoggy, starless skies above them, inky black with nightfall and occasionally dotted with tiny planes soaring across the city’s glowing skyscrapers. The apartment lights, the eye-aching neon shop signs, the people who look curious-but-prepared-to-mind-their-own-business in the true Manhattan way. The bourbon’s settling in, adding a hazy tint to everything Wolfgang’s eyes can see, and life is beautiful.
There’s a car honking--- no, cars are honking, engines revving to try and scare him off the middle of the road. He keeps laying down, letting them call defeat and precariously drive around him. “I’m not the same----” The crooning grinds to a halt when a face pops into his line of sight, rudely interrupting his view of the nighttime sky. “You mind, kid?” he asks, pausing to lift his head and sip from his bottle of bourbon. “You’re in my way.”
spiderlingman:
“Sure! In the right kind of lighting.” Which is to say — not this one.
“Hey, have you seen a speeding car full of armed guys, by any chance? I’ve been following them for a while, but they sorta disappeared around this area.”
“SUV, black, beautiful gold rims, with five of my boys in there?”
A long, leisurely moment drags by while Wolfgang takes a smoke from a half-finished cigarette. “Nope.”
wolfgang: *sets something on fire* pay attention to me
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hellfireandhightops:
“Oh nothing so gauche as that. All it takes is a touch, darling. Death over a short bus ride. How pointless.”
“You’d be sweet enough to do that for me?” Wolfgang held out his arms, making himself a prime target. “Work your magic and spare me, doll.”
hellfireandhightops:
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. Though if you’re really so inclined, I can grant your wish.”
"You might as well pop a clip in me. It'd be better than the bus.”
“---- A bus? A bus?! I’d rather die.”
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Beeeeep.
What does a guy have to do to get someone’s attention around here?
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Other people are turning around to stare at the only car along this entire street, which has been honking nonstop for the last fifteen seconds. In the end, impatience wins over and he drives up to his new target of the day, engines revving like a storm from pressing down on the gas so hard. New cars are always funny like that. “You,” he says to them once he drives up to their side, the window pushed down. “Twenty bucks if you can show me the closest bar that doesn’t water down an honest man’s whiskey. Fifty if you bring me there.”
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spiderlingman:
“I’m mostly wondering about the nice part of that sentence.”
Ouch. Wolfgang presses a heavily decorated hand over his heart, showing just how wounded he is.
“Don’t I seem plenty nice to you, son?”
littleostentatious:
“Wolfgang, baby. You know I never kiss and tell.”
He makes sure to keep his reply as nasally as possible, sipping his champagne and watching the other man through lowered lashes. If Tony’s being honest, these soirees were always easier when Wolfgang was there.
The man was entertaining, that was for sure. (He was also the biggest drama queen Tony had ever met, and that was saying something.)
Awful. Unacceptable. A full-blown insult to everything Wolfgang ever stood for.
“How much for your secret?” he demands to know, because even billionaires like Stark have their price. “One million? I can throw one million at you right this second.” As he talks, he reaches into the inside pocket of his Armani, finding his cigarette case easily.
“Sir,” a waiter anxiously chirps as he watches Wolfgang open the silver case and take one cigarette out. “You can’t smoke here.”
“Two million,” offers Wolfgang, as he lights up his smoke.
“Sir, this is an event for an asthma charity.”
“I’ll buy that pocket square from you right now,” he continues on through an exhale of smoke. It’s an offer, promise and threat all mixed up into one. “Just take me up on this before I turn it into daylight robbery, Stark.”
