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Dakota watched the bartender go off to take care of their drinks before turning her attention back to Tony. It was true; there was no point in asking the man what he did for a living - right down to the Iron Man suit. She shrugged, unsure of how much she wanted to disclose.
“Well, uh,” the red haired young woman rubbed the back of her head hesitantly. There wasn’t much point to hiding anything from him. “For starters, I run a clothing store…. I’m looking around the city for an ideal store space for the right price… Some of the stuff I sell are designs I created… Before that, and what I still do on the side to make sure money isn’t an issue, I work at certain… clubs during the late hours of the night.”
She looked down at the ends of her hair between her fingers. Surely he could tell she was referring to strip clubs just by how she’d emphasized ‘clubs’ in her statement. It was safe to assume that someone like Tony Stark was no stranger to such an environment.
The bartender returned with their drinks and placed them down in front of them, and Dakota didn’t hesitate to take hers and start sipping. Tony was probably the only guy she’d allowed herself to share such information with, and most likely had something to do with his public identity. Though, she was still kicking herself for the blab.
Tony’s eyebrows rose, but he seemed to take it in stride beyond that. ”Well, whatever works. I’m not so high in my tower that I don’t realize money gets tight for a lot of people.” Just…people that weren’t him.
He raised his glass in a toast. ”Congrats on your shop.” He took a sip.
“It was something I started doing young… Fast money, and it still is,” the redhead shrugged it off. “If I didn’t move so much, I would feel like it’s important to do. I feel I’m quite well-off compared to so many. I don’t see my account balance ever nearing yours.” She joked.
“Thank you,” Dakota replied with a lighthearted nod and lightly clinked her glass into his before taking a sip of her own. LITs weren’t so bad. She took another sip before placing the glass on the bar.
“I suppose I should thank you for the whole not judging,” she said humorously. “So, have you ever done any karaoke here yourself?” Dakota ask teasingly.
“Have you ever seen the news?” he asked good-naturedly. ”I don’t exactly have any room to judge, now do I?” His record was not exactly sparklingly clean.
He let out a short, incredulous laugh. ”Ah, no,” he replied, “can’t say I have. Tony Stark does not do karaoke.”