Anya Antonovna Romanova Stark (anyastark) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2011-11-01 14:45:00

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After the Party
Anya entered the luxury suite her family always had reserved at the Four Seasons and went straight for the bar. She grabbed a glass and a bottle of vodka. She poured herself some and downed it one gulp. Her hands were shaking and she poured herself another glass and downed that one as well.

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	treadlightly 2011-11-05 08:25 pm UTC (link)
	He grins, heading into the gym, and starting his stretches. He takes his workouts seriously. "I suddenly don't mind losing. So what happens when I win?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-05 08:55 pm UTC (link)
	There was a sly smile on Anya's face as she started to stretch. "Anything you want." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 04:04 am UTC (link)
	He grins. "I'll have to think about that one, and I'll let you know." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 09:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Don't think too hard or too long about it. Though I'm sure /something/ will come up." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 09:18 pm UTC (link)
	He laughs. "You're sure its trouble that finds you, and not the other way around?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 09:20 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh I'm sure. Remember, it's you who ran into me while I was working on the computer systems." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 09:23 pm UTC (link)
	He settles in at one of the weight machines, starting endurance reps at 400 pounds. "Tsk, tsk. I'm a Rogers. We're never trouble." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 09:25 pm UTC (link)
	Anya hit the treadmill. She had never been a weights type of person. "That's what you want the world to believe, but some of us know better." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm dubious on that, the concept of a Stark knowing better on anything..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 09:38 pm UTC (link)
	Anya kicked off her shoes and climbed up onto the treadmill. "Hey now. Some of us Starks have some sense of responsibility and can think before doing things." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	He continues the presses, talking between reps to maintain the careful breathing. "I know all of those words, I'm positive they're all English, but including Stark in the same sentence threw me off. Sorry." he teases. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 09:44 pm UTC (link)
	"Har har. The Romanov genes temper some of the Starkness," she said as she jogged. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 09:45 pm UTC (link)
	"I thought those provided a love of vodka and a cute butt." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 09:57 pm UTC (link)
	"They do provide those things, but they also provide some common sense." There may have been some blushing at the cute butt comment. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 10:00 pm UTC (link)
	That gets a bigger grin. With his godmothers, he's not precisely the shyest most of the time, once he gets on a roll. He just tends to be very focused. The kiss has also pretty firmly convinced him there's probably something here worth exploring. "Ok, maybe I'll grant that one. That's a really pretty shade of pink on you, by the way." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	That of course made her turn redder. "Um, thanks." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 10:30 pm UTC (link)
	Which gets a bigger grin. "Ooohh, that shade of red is even cuter." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 10:37 pm UTC (link)
	Anya did the only thing she could. She stuck her tongue out at him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	He sits up at the weight bench, stretching out a little, and heading for the treadmill next to hers. He can't resist, now that he has her speechless. "Ooohhh, the five year old retort. That mean you need a spanking when you're being a brat too?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 11:16 pm UTC (link)
	"Well if you're the one giving the spankings, then I'll have to be a brat more often." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-06 11:18 pm UTC (link)
	He waggles his brows, "How about that's what I get when I win one of these contests of yours?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-06 11:22 pm UTC (link)
	"Sounds good," she said with a smile. Oh there was definitely going to be some intentional losing on her part. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	treadlightly 2011-11-07 01:52 am UTC (link)
	He grins at her at the agreement. This could definitely be entertaining. He dials up the treadmill, picking up his pace gradually. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	anyastark 2011-11-08 12:05 am UTC (link)
	Anya dialed up her treadmill and picked up her pace to match his. She couldn't let him run faster. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

treadlightly
2011-11-08 12:12 am UTC (link)

He eyes her curiously. He hadn't been looking at this like a competition, since he knows quite well that she's aware he both works out more, and has the Rogers and formula enhanced genes. He can move faster and run further, and he was just intending to work up a sweat. Apparently, just because he's willing to concede she's probably a better driver, she's not up for conceding anything.

Or maybe she wants to lose, he realizes, after a few more moments.

"So we're betting on footraces now?"