Tony: *He moves past the tables at the back, taking the plates from them with one hand and ducking out the doorway into the kitchen.*
Tony: *When he gets back, a group of people stand by the reception. He wipes his hands on his trousers, smiling.* I was wondering when you guys would turn up tonight.
Steve: *Smiles back.* We were caught up a little, sorry.
Bruce: We could use your head actually, on this case, Tony.
Tony: *Grins.* Busy tonight, sorry. Every room here is stocked full and dinner's a thanksgiving special, so /everyone's/ flocking.
Clint: Well, maybe stop my sometime, then. This place doesn't exactly keep your /mind/ running does it.
Tony: *Rolls his eyes, still smiling.* Nah. But it is the family business and with my mother dead and my father ... you know. "Sick". This is the only way I get money right now. So it'll have to do.
Clint: *Pats his shoulder at he passes.*
Tony: I saved your seats at the back, if you wanted privacy to talk about your case.
Natasha: Thank you, Tony. Come join us if you get a moment.
Tony: *He shrugs at her with a nod, turning back to the bar and realizing that there's a few waiting.*
: *Half way through the night, the bell at the front rings, and the only people that are actually still here are a few drinkers at the back and Steve - who draws alone at another table. His co-workers now at home.*
Tony: *He dries his hands on the towel and heads for the desk.* Hi! Can I help you?
Loki: *He glances up, leaning against the table, looking soaked to the skin without a coat and exhausted.* How much for a room?
Tony: *Looks him over, unsure if he should even let him in.* Uh. $100 for dinner, a bed-a-night, and breakfast in the morning. For just the bed, it's $55.
Loki: *Looks at him now, his eyes are bloodshot.* ... cash up-front?
Tony: Yep. *He pauses.* Can I just say, too - ?
Tony: *Finishes anyway.* You look like hell.
Loki: Mm. *Looking in his pockets for cash.* Well, that may be because of where I /came/ from.
Tony: *Interested and curious despite himself.* And where's that?
Tony: *Doesn't answer, and instead watches as Loki continues to look for the right amount.* I'll have to take down your name.
Tony: *He takes a pen out from the drawer and scrawls it on the pinboard.* Loki, what?
Tony: *Makes a face.* Okay then. You know I take card, by the way.
Loki: *Looks up at him from counting out the lack of notes in his hands.*
Tony: Just ... thought I should mention?
Loki: *He sighs, taking out his card and slotting it in to pay.*
Tony: *He deals out the transaction.* Great. So, you'll have room 9. It's third on the left on the second floor but if you'd like me to show you, I can.
Loki: That won't be necessary, thank you. *He takes the key.* Now. Dinner?
Tony: *Gestures behind him.* This way. *He takes a notebook from the bar and heads to Loki's table as he sits down.* ... what would you like?
Loki: /You/ are the cook?
Tony: *Raises an eyebrow.* I'm everything here. I run it.
Loki: *Frowns a little, surprised.* With no help?
Tony: Help costs too much. Now. What do you want?
Tony *Puts the notebook down.* Look, if you want to be purposefully difficult I can just kick you out and keep the money, you know. I'm really busy tonight.
Loki: *He chuckles softly.* I apologize. But really, just surprise me.
Tony: Fine. You can have the special.
Loki: Made by you, it certainly must be.
Tony: *Looks at him, surprised, but Loki's reaching into the little bag that he has with him now and doesn't look up at all.*
Steve: *As Tony passes.* Tony!
Tony: *Starts, before coming over.* Steve. You want another drink?
Steve: No, I'm fine, thanks. I just - *Hesitates.* Look, don't take this the wrong way okay. Please.
Tony: *Sighs, folding his arms across his chest. Used to this.* /What/?
Steve: I - *sighs.* Ever since Rhodey went back to his post, you've been letting in anyone just from the street.
Steve: Yes. But it's still not /safe/ Tony. You're all alone here, with a bunch of strangers every night. And /that/ one? *He looks at Loki, now writing something in a tiny little journal.* I don't like the look of him at all.
Tony: "Don't like the look of him".
Steve: Just stay away okay.
Tony: I kinda have to serve him food. And anyway, I dunno ... He seems interesting.
Steve: Interesting can be dangerous.
Tony: *Looks at Loki as well.* He just looks tired to me.
Steve: Tony ... just be careful okay. For tonight?
Tony: Yeah, sure, whatever. But he's booked for the week, just to let you know.
Steve: *Straightens.* Then /I'm/ booking for the week.
Tony: *Rolls his eyes.* Whatever you want ... *He takes the tray that he'd left on Steve's table before and stacks up any empty dishes onto it, heading for the kitchen.*
Tony: *He makes Loki's meal thoughtfully, completely unafraid despite what Steve had said. He's had abusive drunks and complete /freaks/ in here before, so some runaway guy won't be any trouble.*
: *Besides. He's only here for a week. And maybe in that time, he can get to /know/ him too. Prove to Steve that he's okay. Find out more about him. Because a guy, clearly not from America, who stumbles into a B&B without a coat, in the middle of a night, looking like he hasn't eaten for a while... ? /Definitely/ got a story to tell.*
: *And anyway. He's cute.*