sortinghat_logs | Schmoozing for a good weekend.

WHO: Tony, and Open to all.
TONE: Casual and friendly
RATING: G
WHEN: No set time. But close to a Hogsmeade weekend.
WHERE: Great Hall at lunch time.
WHAT: Tony's out to find out what he's going to be doing for Hogsmeade weekend.
STATUS: On going.

Tony launched himself into the great hall, and looked out over the tables, looking to see who was around for him to harass.
Faces of friends and girls were all going through his mind.

But what did he want to do?

He could always go to his houses table and see what the other's were thinking of doing. There was always science to be had with his house mates.

Or find himself on the Gryffindor table, he could see Steve and Thor. They were always up for some interesting fun. He knew if he could make something sound fun to the loud Scandinavian. That Steve would surly follow to make sure they didn't get into trouble. Steve was good like that.

But then, there was also all the girls that were around, and girls were always fun to share a butter beer with.

The teen decided to test the waters, he approached the tables and looked around at the others.

"So. Are we going to have a great Hogsmeade weekend? Or are we all going to have a great hogsmeade weekend? Right"

Like always he brought his flamboyant American charm to the situations.

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"Trying to keep your figure for me, how cute."

He chuckles at his own joke, reaching across Bruce to gets some blueberries from a bowl.

"If you don't surface, you're going to have a permanent stoop, you know that right? Girls don't want the hunchback of Notre Dame, they want Phoebus."

Tony nudges his friend playfully, as he tosses a blueberry into his mouth.

Rolling his eyes, Bruce turned the page, setting down his half-eaten apple on his plate and pushing it away. "If I were trying to get my figure right for you, I'd eat more to get curves."

As he kept reading he murmured, "I don't care about what girls want, I told you that... and I exercise enough that I don't stoop."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Hey now, that almost sounds like you're calling me picky. They don't always need curves."

Tony sat and watches Bruce as he mumbles at his book.

"Well you should care about them. And exercise isn't going to stop your stooping, sitting up straighter will."

"You are picky. You prefer blondes, tall but not taller than you, not too smart but not completely stupid, straight teeth and free with kisses," he answered, sighing as he straightened his back, still reading the book.

Tony stares at him for a moment. Not at all expecting him to say that. Blinking a few times, he hadn't even really noticed he had a 'type', however, thinking about it he did tend to pay more attention to clever blondes with good dentistry.

None the less, he felt the need to try and deflect the fairly accurate claim.

"You need to check your prescription. I like red heads."

He shrugged and ate more of the blueberries in his hand.

"Strawberry blondes, not redheads," he corrected, stealing a blueberry from Tony's hand. "And in those situations the girl needs to be especially witty and just a bit snarky."

Tony gives him a bit of a suspicious look.

"When do you take your eyes away from books long enough to pay attention to who I'm in a corner with?"

It wasn't that Tony didn't like that Bruce paid him that attention. Tony was a guy who's life was pretty much dependant on some for of attention.
It's just that Tony was still getting used to trusting Bruce enough to feel comfortable with his observations.

"We're in the same house and I don't read when I'm walking," he scoffed, shutting his book and slipping it into his bag. "You tend to take advantage of hallway corners too."

With a wry grin, he shouldered his bag and asked, "So have you got a date for Hogsmeade? Or are you planning on picking someone up along the way?"

Well, he had Tony there. He couldn't deny any of that, and nods a little.
"Okay, so I'm not good with subtle."

He glanced around a little then somewhat shrugs.

"I have at least one plan. But as far as I know there wont be any girls there."

"Lies - there are always girls at Hogsmeade, and where there are girls, that's where you will be."

He stood and adjusted his robes. "If not, I'm sure you'll find someone to take with you. See you around," he waved his hand, moving for the exit.

"I never said there wouldn't be girls, later. I'm just saying I'm doing something else first."

He watches him stand, and sort himself out.

"You aren't going to just sit around out side class waiting for lunch to finish are you?"

"No, I've got to take this back to the Library," he answered, hefting his bag to indicate the book he'd just put away.

"Do it at the end of the day. It's you, no one is going to mind if you bring it back at the end of the day. You golden boy you"

"It's heavy and I can't be bothered carrying it around all day."

Tony shrugs a little.

"Then, fine. Go, return away. I've gotta eat, and like you said. Find a date for the weekend"

He waved, turning away and adjusting his bag-strap. "Have fun."

Tony gives a nod before sitting on the bench the right way.

"When don't I?"

Then he starts to find things to eat for lunch while looking around.

Schmoozing for a good weekend.

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