Toffees and Scotch
After several days of completely and totally ignoring the god in her basement, Toni got absolutely white girl wasted. And her in her completely wasted mind set thought that it would be a good idea to go downstairs and visit the smart ass in her basement. She traveled down the three floors twice because the first time she forgot the bottle of really expensive scotch that she had been nursing for about a week. The second time she had to go back up because she got hungry half way down.
The only thing that she had within reach of the scotch bottle was a bag of candy that someone had brought over at some time and Toni had just never moved them from that location. She had always had a sweet tooth whenever she got drunk, and this was most definitely one of those times. The fact that her mind was wandering to other things that were probably not what everyone would consider to be sweet, but rather salty; shouldn’t mean anything to anyone. She was drunk after all. And what she said when drunk didn’t count right?
With her bottle of scotch and her bag of toffees, she punched in the code to open up the first of three gates to get to the cell that was holding Loki. It took a few minutes but once she was finally in, he didn’t even register the fact that she was there. Or maybe he did and she was just too drunk to notice it.
She brought down the last physical barrier and plopped into one of the cushioned chairs that she had installed in there for no other reason than that she could. It was also because she had a feeling that a certain Point Break would be attempting to visit his brother at some point. Aaaaaaaaaaaaand she also had a feeling that something like this was probably going to happen. Because well......have you seen that man? Damn son.
So there she sat with her scotch and her candy staring at some serious eye candy who had yet to look at her or even acknowledge her.....”Will you stop that insufferable crunching of a bag? It is rather annoying.” Came a slow, incredibly bored drawl. Toni being Toni, crinkled it more and smirked to herself the whole time. The sigh that she got in response was exactly what she was looking for. Just some sort of small concession that she was finally registering to the being that was trapped in her little glass bubble.
“No, I don’t think I will. If I don’t shake the bag, then I don’t get my candy. And me without my candy when I am....” She paused to look at the bottle that was on the floor, “.....half way through the worlds most expensive bottle of scotch, is not a good thing. I turn into something akin to The Hulk.” She said with a shrug as she slammed what was left in the glass. “And we both know what happened the last time you had any sort of show down with something of that nature......It kicked your ass.”
Toni purposefully got up and shook the bag directly in front of his face with a laugh before wandering back over to her chair. Don’t you dare start staring again Antionette. Just don’t do it. It won’t end well and the last thing you need is some sort of .....something between you and a God. And besides it’s not like he’d be interested in you anyways. You are merely food to him and you know it. So stop with the staring, he is grinning again.
Her inner dialogue continued to lecture her for another few minutes before the smirk on his face grew even bigger than it already was. “You know what, you aren’t nearly as much fun as I thought you would be. But then again being in a glass cage probably dampens your good time meter. So later loser, I’m going to go drink somewhere else where the company isn’t as boring.” She grumbled getting up and leaving the room.
All of the security looks closed behind her automatically, and she may or may not have left the toffee and the scotch that she was nursing in there for the next time that this was going to happen. Because if there was one thing about Toni Stark, she was damn stubborn and didn’t know when to give up.
After all, Loki was in her house, there for he was her stuff. And she didn’t like it when other people messed with her stuff.