RP for aestark: Movies night!

[takingouttrash]

It wasn't as though Pepper hadn't accompanied Tony Stark on a wide variety of public appearances.

It was just that the role of the date for them was usually otherwise (and often, by more than one ... person) occupied and that was making her nervous.

... maybe not telling her sooner hadn't been a bad tactic. Otherwise she'd have had more time to get MORE nervous. At least she'd been satisfied with her choice of dress. Blue again. If with slightly more back to it than the last one. Though it made up for it by the skirt being split ridiculously high (she thought).

She also made sure that whatever color coordination was possible, in Tony's black suit ensemble, was available for him - if he felt like it.

Eight pee emma she was ready, heels, loose curls, and everything.

And maybe a little eager to see the movie. Just a little. Not that she had a vested interest in superheroes or anything, not at all.

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[takingouttrash]

When the first flash caught Pepper, she only closed her eyes tight for a brief instant, that was all the way she showed whatever surprise and disappointment she felt. After that, she followed his lead automatically, as she had drilled for years now, and her smile for the photographs was as perfect as any in her long-ago modeling career.

She didn't begrudge the two words of farewell. Under the circumstances, it was probably for the better, not humiliating either or both further. She was not, however, best pleased at being left alone to deal with the questions - especially since a few of them actually set her work-related alarms off. She'd need to check a few of those out. On the grounds that being prepared, even on media information, was better than not.

Some of the reporters turned and flocked after To-- Mr. Stark, but enough remained around her to make her too much in the spotlight, and uncomfortable. She muttered a faint, "excuse me" and set off in the direction of her own car.

If this time she didn't step with her heel on somebody's toes, it wasn't for lack of trying.

She didn't drive directly home, though. She parked besides one of the beaches, slipped her shoes off in the car, and walked barefoot across the sand till it was moist under her soles. She stood alone in the dark - well, under the moonlight still, technically - trying to figure out what was going on and what she was going to do about it.

Whatever it was... it was definitely not meant to be. That was her conclusion. The night breeze tugged at her hair and the skirt as she reached her conclusions. No more letting her hair down, so to speak. Sticking to professional had worked for years and years, and though things were different, it would still work.

She'd be at work on time in the morning, crisp and business-like and as willing to criticize and be truthful as the first day when she'd started. And only that. That's what he was paying her for, and whatever he asked, she'd do for him. Professionally. Her feelings... really shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place.

And yet she stood there, on the beach, a while longer, fingers touching her lips absent-mindedly where he'd kissed them.