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Tᴏɴʏ "ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴ" Sᴛᴀʀᴋ ([personal profile] liverletdie) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-01-16 09:04 pm

Has he asked if you're alone if what he sees is all you own

WHO: James Bond and Tony Stark
WHERE: Some upper-crust function of some sort!
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WARNINGS: Egos going one on one here!
SUMMARY: Bond wants to say hi to the Infamous Tony Stark...before stealing his car
FORMAT: Whatever!

Weaving between one pair or another, Tony made his way through the crowds at the charity function. He'd arrived in one of his best cars, with a gorgeous date at his side. The valet had slipped him his ticket for the Austin Martin, and he'd slipped it into his pocket.

He'd made all the motions, promising to donate money towards the charity, introduced himself to the people who didn't know him, said hi to those whom he'd already been introduced to previously. It had been difficult getting into the swing of things, and becoming a name known by everyone, but he'd done it. Nearly a year here, and everyone knew who Tony Stark, and who Iron Man were. Not that his reputation wasn't well enougy known. An import who already had some of the best cars, the most money, and outwardly didn't look different, and didn't display any powers. He wore a suit, of all things. Thankfully, he'd been in the habit of keeping his hair just long enough to hide the ports in the back of his neck, so nobody ever guessed what those were used for.

He walked the walk, and talked the talk, smiling and joking, although his glass held water instead of champagne. It was well enough for the night, although he had no idea how bad it was going to go.

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Going to these events has always been a thing Bond has done in his job, experienced as he was with rubbing shoulders with the higher class of society and acting interested in what they had to say. It's no different since he arrived in The City a week ago, even if he knows he's not got the comfort blanket of the MI6 to cover his back and pay his way. But Bond hasn't ever needed that to survive. Even without a proper job, he's got places to stay, expensive clothing to wear and attractive women to keep him entertained, it just means acquiring what he wants is often a lot less... legal.

He'd heard of Tony Stark the second he'd arrived in this city. The branding was everywhere and it was enough to catch Bond's curiosity. And certainly enough to have him follow Stark to a venue like this. He'd seen him arrive- oh god was he glad Mr. Stark had opted for that car tonight-, he'd seen him retrieve that ticket- and taken careful mental notes on where it went-, and now he'd even seen the man amongst the crowds, doing just as Bond was, mingling like a pro.

In fact, James has only just finished a decidedly dull conversation with some ex-army Major of some sort, when he decides to make his move. A very literal move at that, as he politely says his goodbyes to the major and backs off from the conversation, turning away only to slam straight into them very man he needed. Intentionally so, obviously.

"My apologies. Wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?" Full of well-acted concern.

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Bond's got his hand in and out of that pocket before either of them have even recovered from the knock, and the ticket easily deposited into his own pocket. If his pick-pocketing skills fail him today, it still hopefully passes for nothing more than the addition of a jostle.

"No, no. I'm fine. I only caught my side. I'm sure I'll live to see another day," he jokes lightly, the smile on his features so genuine that it seems rather impossible to believe Bond isn't much of a smiler. And then, his eyebrows are raising as he seems to catch on, "You're-- my God, you're Mr. Stark!"

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Of course, where are my manners?" He switches his glass of drink- non alcoholic seeing as he intends to drive later- to his left hand, and offers his right up for a firm handshake.

It's been a while since James has had to play this game, and actually he's rather enjoying himself, if only for the outcome. "Robert Sterling. You won't have heard of me, I expect. We can't all be as big as you, I'm afraid."

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Bond takes a leisurely sip of his drink as he briefly casts his gaze about the party before back to Tony. A hand slides into the inside pocket of his jacket pocket, and returns with a business card which he presents to the other.

"Universal Exports. There's good money to be had from it. Especially in this current financial predicament."

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
He offers up a small nod of agreement, though he can't say he knew of the turnout comparisons to previous events, but then he's got questions to answer anyway. Lies, all of it, but well-rehearsed ones. "Heavy goods, mostly. Vehicles and the like. Though we also offer up a percentage of our space for relief work. Bulk deliveries of medicinal goods to third world countries and whatever else they need. I think that's the only reason I have an invite, if I'm honest with you."

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You're too kind," he smirks back in return, bowing his head just slightly. "Oh, you are? As am I. Which is why I admit to being a little fussy with the exports I manage. Only the best for our cargo; BMW, Aston Martin, Alfa Romeo, Lotus. And numerous more, but I'd be here all day mentioning everything we ship."

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I've heard you've got quite the collection. I'm sure I'd do the same if I had the space for them all. As it is, I only have room for the more practical of vehicles." All this talk of cars is really getting Bond eager to get out and drive. Hell, he hasn't driven a single vehicle in over a week. He's not sure how's he's managed.

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Bond was no different when it came to getting what he wanted, he was just fortunate enough to often have the MI6 get his stuff for him. And really, a nice car, a good, gagdety phone and plenty of fine clothing was all he wanted in life. Any other possessions were fairly pointless when you travel as much as he does.

"... You know, you've just reminded me of a deal I'm meant to see through. A client wants more space. Go figure. I really should sort that out tonight before it's too late."

[identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The hand offered was accepted with yet another firm shake, perhaps not so bad now that Bond had nothing to prove. This was it. This was his cue to drop the stupid friendly act and reprogram his mind for business. Because that's just what this was, he was no petty thief that stole cars. This was a special occasion, and it was just business.

He gives an appreciative eyebrow raise towards Tony's woman- that's another thing he can steal from him later on as it's hardly fair that Stark gets all the good ones- and then he's nodding his goodbyes as he makes an overly smug parting comment, "It's been a pleasure. Drive safely."

With that, he's gone, slowly making his way back through the crowds towards the grand exit. No rush. He doesn't want to make himself stand out.

The valet get given his ticket with a smile that doesn't fade as the car drifts into view a short while later. With keys and car, he adjusts his tie, cuffs, straightens out his jacket- he needs to make a good first impression to a lady this beautiful- and drops into the drivers seat, offering up an affectionate smirk as he strokes a hand across the dashboard and down the wheel. "Hello girl."

And then he's off, kicking the engine into life and screeching off down the road. He needed to work quickly, but nothing so fast he'd attract police attention. He's set up an empty garage not far from the venue, one he uses as his first stop. There he can get out, remove his suit jacket, and get to work on replacing the license plates, while scanning around the car for tracking devices. He knows Tony will have it chipped somewhere. It pains Bonds to do it, but it looks like he's got no option but to pull out the entire GPS system. It's fiddly, but he's eventually got it out, severed every wire, and disabled what he thinks should prevent any further tracking, before he slides the whole unit back into the dashboard.

He isn't stopped for long, no more then about fifteen minutes, before he's on the move again, heading straight for one of those abandoned warehouses on the dock towards a space that took even him days to find, where she'll be moved yet again tomorrow, and the next day and so forth. The car may have to lie low for a bit and keep moving, but it doesn't matter.

It's his girl now.