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WHO: Pepper and Jan
WHERE: Pepper's apartment
WHEN: Sunday night
SUMMARY: After this super intense thread concerning sentient sponges, spousal abuse, and Tony's failed love life, Jan has earned a night in and takes Pepper along for the ride.
FORMAT: parabooze



"You know? If I had Tony's money, I'd probably be an alcoholic," Jan slurred, taking another sip of the $300 champagne that she had bought. "Even the bottle is so pretty. I feel classy. We're classy, right? We totally are."

At least this time she was drinking out of a glass and not the bottle.

"I think I like my world's Tony better. He was always drunk but you know what? He was happy that way! I mean... you looked pretty happy, too. Fat, but happy."

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"I mean... not really fat. Chubby. Cute! Whatever. Not important," Jan waved her hand and nearly knocked her glass over. "God, I hate men. All of them. They always want to measure their junk and show that theirs is bigger. So dumb."

Someone was getting drunk dialed tonight.

Probably Hank.

"Especially Tony. He never misses a chance to whip it out, figuratively AND literally."

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Pepper groaned, flopping back on the couch.

"I hate men and their penis-measuring contests. Haven't they realized by now that they're the only ones interested in their contests? Maybe I'm only speaking for me, but I don't care. It's stupid. Especially Bond and Tony, jesus. They just don't stop."

She scrunched her nose at a half-itch, still trying to get her head around the idea of a more...matronly version of herself. God willing, most of it was in her breasts. God willing.

"So is important. So is. Tony isn't...I mean," she gave Jan a searching look, her face reddening behind the veil of freckles. "You know."