The Roof of The Weirdly Tall For The Island Aesthetic Stark Tower - Sunday Evening

[imafuturist]

Harry had not found anything out about how or why he ended up here. And doors just randomly locked on him, proving that someone (JARVIS) was pulling the strings like some kind of insidious puppet master.

Which meant he ended up on the roof through a series of doors that weren't locked.

Upside? There was a whole fridge full of cheese and wine and also a hot tub. So guess who was getting white girl wasted in the hot tub. This guy.

[for those tower mates!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Jensen found his way up eventually, having deposited the dog back on the floor it seemed most comfortable with (thought it's shield bed was weird, okay) and was now all the way up on the the roof. "Holy shit, there's a hot tub?!"

[imafuturist]

"I called dibs." That wasn't a thing in reality, Harry. No adult called dibs.

[heroic_jawline]

"The tub could hold every model from the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition," Jensen told him, stripping his shirt to show off tattoos. "Move over."

[imafuturist]

"Fine, but the cheese and wine are mine." Sure, let Jensen know it existed.

[heroic_jawline]

"There's cheese and wine?!" Brilliant tacticians, the pair of them.

[imafuturist]

"And they're mine." The whole fridge. Yep.

[heroic_jawline]

"Bullshit they are," Jensen said, opening the fridge. "Holy crap, this is some expensive shit."

[imafuturist]

"I knew that."

He did not.

[heroic_jawline]

"Busted up a couple of drug lord's places," Jensen explained, helping himself to a bottle of Dom and some cheese so fancy it was written in French. Or maybe Swiss. "They don't buy cheap."

[imafuturist]

Harry eyed him for that. "...what the hell is it you do?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Classified," Jensen said with a wink.

[imafuturist]

"Oh, fuck off," Harry grumbled, slumping with his way too fancy wine.

[heroic_jawline]

Jensen laughed as he got into the hot tub in his boxer briefs and began drinking straight from the bottle like the classy-ass person he was.

[imafuturist]

"So we've been kidnapped by some rich weirdos with a lot of locked doors," Harry said, still trying to figure this out.

[heroic_jawline]

"And good taste in booze, but weird taste in art," Jensen said.

[imafuturist]

"The--" He wiggled his fingers. "--modern art bullshit?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Yes!" Jensen said. "And who the fuck has a chandelier in a gym?"

[imafuturist]

"Rich people?" That just felt right.

[heroic_jawline]

"Super rich people," Jensen confirmed. "Why don't they have anything cool, though, right? Like a shark moat or one of those giant tubes filled with jellyfish?"

Big talk for a guy eating his way through a $300 dollar piece of cheese.

[imafuturist]

"Did you see those with the drug dealers you've 'busted'?" He was doubting your prowess, Jensen. Sorry.

[heroic_jawline]

"Of course," Jensen lied. "Those Colombian fuckers have style."