Stark

Last night had been a good night. Stark's suit had suffered a little once they made their way from the party back to Summer's apartment but that was to be expected. The suit, along with Summer's dress, was on the floor of the bedroom while Stark and Summer were quite cozy and comfortable in her bed.

It was a good day for a nice, quiet lie-in. Neither of them had any plans or anywhere to be and they had a vague plan for a trip to discuss. Sure, they might need food or coffee at some point but until then they could just enjoy a peaceful morning, together.

"I said I would show you the hotels I looked at," Stark said. "Here." It had taken a minute to locate his phone but he was now back in the bed where he belonged, snuggling back up to his favorite person, and holding out the phone for her approval. "The restaurant in this one I think you'll like." Because it was pink.

[For the scandalously modded owner of the apartment and obviously nobody else who else would be there? Honestly. Although, like, I guess people could knock.]

Aside from getting a bucket of ice water dumped on him at prom, the night had gone well for Stark. Honestly the ice had only led to a hasty retreat to the apartment building to remove wet clothing so frell you, Anakin. Three nights in a row had gone very well indeed for Stark.

Eventually he'd fallen asleep, though not before tossing water on a pair of amorous and very noisy raccoons on the balcony because he had to admit the water was a good way to momentarily redirect energy.

Between the pollen, finally finding some outlets for the affects of the pollen, and having been away from the island for so long before last summer, Stark had forgotten that mysterious children tended to appear after prom. Waking up with his head clear after a week of it being very much not hadn't led to remembering. Waking up with his head clear had just led to a few moments of mild panic wondering what the repercussions of the past 3 nights might be.

But there wasn't going to be time for Stark to get thoroughly awkward just yet. After showering he was making his way to the kitchen when he stopped. Who could possibly be knocking on his door this early? And why did it sound like someone was giggling in the hallway?


[Ooooopen, for some impossible children, any neighbors that might stop by as a result of impossible children, or one neighbor who could have stayed the night if she wanted but I'm not going to presume]