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]

"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."