ohnofeelings | You look good enough to eat

The case was over and Tony was feeling back to his usual untouchable self. Sure, having all that attention on him had been a risk, but it worked out in the end. The hot young lawyer fighting for his side of the case had done a good job, and while Tony probably could have swayed the Jury if given a chance, it was risky to do it with that many people so publicly. It was just a good thing everything had ended up working out. Now he was waiting outside the firm where Steve worked. He did need to thank the helpful lawyer after all.

That and he wanted to play. He got bored too easily. Being rich and powerful both were blessings, no disguise necessary, but since he joined the ranks of the undead he was always having to be so much more careful.

It was a drag, really.

"Hey, McDeere. Hold up."

Tony was dressed up in a nice expensive suit and a pair of bright red shades, a grin above his well-trimmed beard as he caught up beside Steve on his way out.

"I need to buy you a drink."

It had been a couple weeks since the case ended. Tony had legal strings to tie up and loose ends to cut off before he had time to go looking for the lawyer, but now that he had tracked him back down he was all charming smiles and deceptively warm voice. He didn't believe in denying himself things he wanted, and Steve had been added to that list. Why shouldn't he have the things he wanted?

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Just because one case ended didn't mean Steve suddenly had more free time. He was now busier than ever. With all the publicity this case got, he was actually busier than ever. Important people within the city wanted him as their lawyer, though he only accepted to take on a few people on a permanent basis. For one, he wanted to keep his schedule open enough to take on cases from all demographics. For another, with all those offers, he was able to choose who he felt comfortable serving.

Steve was a man with a strong moral code, after all. He wouldn't represent anyone who he considered corrupt.

He was surprised to see his former client waiting for him outside of the firm. Anthony Stark seemed like a busy man, after all. Surely he had better things to do than make this visit. Apparently, he was wrong. "Mr Stark. This is a surprise. But I feel like I should be the one buying you a drink." After all, he was the one who made this change of pace in Steve's career possible.

"You managed to help me out of a difficult spot. I'd say you earned it. I never got to show my gratitude."

Ha ha. Funny one, Tony. He was very good at this, though. Spinning it to look like he was trying to repay Steve, when really he just wanted an in for getting the newest person on his radar. Steve was an attractive new up and coming lawyer, and Tony had had him first. It as good as made Steve his, didn't it?

Tony thought so.

Like discovering a star and getting to name it.

"Just a few minutes of your time and a drink." There was that confident, strong smile. His eyes locked on Steve's, his hand wrapped around the Lawyer's. Tony Stark never looked anything but sure of himself, and his confidence had a way of getting him everywhere.

He was just one of those people who could turn a room full of people, anywhere, into a party.

"What do you say? A quick drink to celebrate an amazing job well done, and not so bad yourself, I might add."

His grin turned playful at that. Come on, Steve. What could it hurt?

There wasn't much else that Steve had planned for the night. He was likely going to get a bowl of cereal for dinner and hit the hay if Bucky didn't invite himself over. Not that Steve ever minded; he enjoyed his neighbour's company, after all. Postponing his inevitably quiet evening with getting a drink wouldn't hurt anything. He didn't think it would take longer than half an hour anyway. That was enough time to catch the late night news before going to bed.

Apparently Stark was definitely insisting, and Steve hardly had it in him to decline. If it was anyone else, he likely would have. But considering how much he owed the other man, he could make an exception and stand to be social for a while.

Before he spoke, Steve reclaimed his hand. For some reason, it was off putting and he preferred this to not go anywhere weird. He intended for this to be professional. He shoved that hand in his pocket, and tightened his grip on his briefcase with the other.

"I can spare about half an hour. Where do you want to go?"

"There's a great bar on Fifth Street, just a few blocks down the road. Happy could drive us over there."

By now, Steve had been introduced to Happy. Tony's driver slash 'body guard' who had been to every single one of the court hearings. Happy was about as useful as a body guard to Tony as a chihuahua was at being a guard dog, but Tony kept him around. Appearances were everything, and Happy was good at things Tony didn't feel like wasting his time with.

Tony usually preferred to drive, too, which made Happy's entire existence mostly for show.

Tony looked up at the black sky, no stars visible in the glare of city light, and then back to Steve with that same confident grin.

"Do you like to walk? I like to walk. I think we could risk it. It's a nice night for a walk."

Most of the day had been spent behind a desk, which meant Steve's legs were stiff and he was in need of some exercise before he settled down for the night. He usually took care of that by getting off the metro a stop before the one near his apartment and taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

He could just as easily switch it up, and this meant he'd have company during. That would be a nice change.

"Let's walk. It'd be a shame to not take advantage of the weather."

Steve didn't wait for Tony to lead the way; he knew the direction they were supposed to be headed in, after all, so he simply started walking.

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