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[scene/open log] Boozey Susies and Fanboys
Characters: Jono, Julian, Logan, and the ever-charming Tony Stark
Setting: The X-Mansion, out at a fancy restaurant, Tony's pad, and then back home
Content: Jono was in an academic rut, so Logan managed to score him a meeting with Tony Stark to get some advice on where to learn about engineering. Jono and Julian show how fanboy they can be about Iron Man.
Status: Scene is complete, but the boys are hanging out at the front of the mansion. Maybe you come across them and wonder what all the commotion is about!
Jumping off from this thread...
“Hey, party people!” Jono said brightly, poking his head around the doorframe into the living room.
“SHHH!!!” Ali hissed angrily.
Jono’s jovial expression became clouded, and he frowned at her. “What?!”
“We’re watching our stories,” Ali said to him. Indeed, she and Forge were seated on the couch watching a soap opera.
“Oh, come on, Ali,” said Forge. “It’s just about over, anyway.”
“Hmph,” Ali said, clearly annoyed to be interrupted during her quiet time with the Maker.
“I just wanted to ask you a few questions about my chestplate,” Jono said to Forge.
“Absolutely. What do you need? Anything need adjusting?”
“Yeah. I was wondering how far I can safely pull out the dampener on both sides, so I could let out a little bit more energy into my hands.”
This statement was met with a blank stare from Forge. “Well, let’s see. If you come to my workshop, I can take it apart and take a look at it for you.”
“That’s all right. I think I can handle it myself, I just wanted your opinion on the safety levels, so that, well, nobody blows up,” Jono chuckled.
“Oh, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” Forge assured him. “I just don’t really know how the damn thing works.”
“But... you made it,” Jono said lamely. “You don’t even remember how much you screwed in the shocks on the sides?”
“Mmmm...” Forge said. “Mmm... no. I’d have to take it apart and look at it. Why don’t you take it off and we can see together?”
“Yeah, but, if you can’t explain to me how you fixed it, what am I going to do if there’s an emergency or something? What if you’re not here?”
“Hmmm... then... you’ll just have to blow up the people nearest to you?” Forge suggested slyly. There was a grin on his face.
Jono sighed dejectedly, which only made Forge burst at laughing at him. “Hey, I don’t ask questions, I just do!” he said, which was about the simplest explanation of The Maker’s powers that anyone could give.
==
“Well, I think I’m going to have fun meeting this little clone of mine,” Tony Stark said to Logan over the phone. He was referring to the meeting that was being set up between him and Jono Starsmore, who now wore a chestplate which resembled Tony’s own. “Oh, and wear a suit, Logan! You know how I love suits. And not one of those weird Canadian tuxedos, either!” he sang.
Logan could only grumble as he hung up.
==
“I want that back spotless!” Julian Keller insisted, gingerly handing Jono one of his ties. “And don’t let Tony dip it in a martini or anything.”
“Is he prone to doing that?” Jono asked, puzzled.
“Well... no,” admitted Julian, who followed Tony Stark’s crazy antics religiously through the newspapers and internet, “but it sounds like something he might do eventually. Just... just don’t get anything on the tie. It takes forever to get to the nearest dry cleaners.”
“No, it doesn’t. There’s one a ten-minute drive from here!”
Julian looked at Jono disapprovingly, with a look on his face that clearly said, “Really?” He said out loud, “Uh, I meant one that actually knows what they’re doing? Duh.”
==
Tony arrived exactly on time. Logan greeted him with a grunt, while Jono sprang out of his seat and gushed a welcome. He stammered his own name and then lamely added, “Nice to meet you!”
Tony gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, and looked around him. He called to the waitress, “Can we get some drinks here? Scotch for me.”
“Scotch,” Logan echoed. All eyes fell to Jono.
“...Scotch?” What else could it be? He hoped that was the correct answer.
Tony’s eyes brightened. “I think I like this kid already...” Jono started laughing, almost manically, having been given strict instructions by Logan to find all jokes made by the multibazillionaire hilarious. And Logan groaned.
“What have I done?”
=======================
Pleasantries and a round or two of drinks dispensed with, it was time to talk business.
“So let’s see this thing of yours,” Tony said right out.
Jono’s eyes nervously darted around the restaurant for a moment, and then he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. Tony gave a whistle and nod of approval as Jono showed him his chestplate.
“Nice work. Great design. I love that I’m a trendsetter now,” Tony said with a grin. Jono laughed obediently. “Looks a lot like mine, you’re right, Logan,” Tony said, looking over at Jono’s chaperone, who was downing several different glasses of scotch. “I’m impressed. Not as good as mine, of course, but, it doesn’t work the same way, so there’s that.”
Jono nodded vigorously. “I made a few small adjustments to it, but I’m not yet sure what I’m doing. This is the kind of engineering that I think I want to get myself into. I know my gadget’s not the same as yours, but I think the field is similar enough that you could show me where to go from here.”
“First I’m going to want a demonstration of your little toy,” Tony said.
“Uh...” Jono stammered, unsure of what words to say in front of the legendary Iron Man. He was trying to figure out how to say, “When? Where?” but could only stutter. “A demo?”
“Yeah. Demo. Right here. Right now,” Tony said, a serious look in his eyes.
Jono could only stutter as he glanced around the crowded restaurant, until Tony broke out into raucous laughter and slapped Jono on the back. “I’m kidding, of course! I’m kidding! Show me later!”
“HAHAHAHAAHAH!” Jono exclaimed, his abrupt laughter sounding like it was scripted. “Of course! Of course!”
Logan desperately wished he could get drunk.
There was a lot of shouting and laughing, and unbeknown to them, many of the other patrons of the restaurant either wished those people would pipe down, or that they could join in on the fun. There was eating and boozing, but not much talking about schools or Jono’s academic studies. When the bill was finally paid and the three men left the restaurant, Tony suggested, “Let’s take a look at your toy back at my pad. I got a rec room that’s damn near indestructible.”
==
They pulled up to Tony’s just in time to catch a scantily-clad woman jumping into a car and being chauffeured away by one of Tony’s drivers.
When they arrived at the “rec room,” Jono was bereft of speech. He could only stare and gape as his eyes grew wider and wider at the vast array of technology, gadgets, blinking lights, robots, and other bits and bobs he could not identify. “This is amazing,” he finally said.
Logan was unimpressed. He grunted, and, while putting out his cigar on his palm, said, “I like your set-up down at your Newport place better.”
“Hey, the house in Newport Beach has a lot more sprawl!” Tony said defensively. He patted a robot that whizzed by him. “Don’t feel bad,” he said to it. “I love you guys all the same.”
Logan was allowed to roam around and work out in the boxing ring nearby, while Jono took target practice as Tony observed. Jono was pleased beyond belief when Tony took a closer look at his chestplate and had a lot of advice to offer, including help on how to correctly adjust the safety levels. Jono was able to emit a larger glow from his hands without fear of burning something he didn’t intend to burn.
“This is totally it, Mr. Stark,” Jono enthused. “This is what I want to learn how to do!”
“Oh, pleeease, Jon,” Tony said dismissively. “Call me Tony. After all, I’m going to start calling you my little clone from now on.”
“Everyone’s got a clone, Stark,” Logan groused at the self-satisfied multibazillionaire. “They’ve been cloning me since before your daddy was in diapers. Get over it.”
“Touchy touchy!” Tony snarked, but the bitchface* that crossed his attractive face told that he was a little miffed at being reminded that he wasn’t the first to patent something. For once.
“But this little guy,” Tony continued, pointing at Jono, who was actually not so little compared to him, “is my first-ever clone! I love it! He’s like a novelty! Let me have my fun,” he said to Logan. Jono beamed, even though he wasn’t sure if he was being objectified.
Logan simply grunted a small “Hmph,” as he lit another cigar.
“He’s especially going to be clone-like after these new mods, loosely based on my own,” Tony continued with a satisfied smile, very much proud of his own work. He was now seated at a workbench taking apart the chestplate. When finished, he took out a legal pad to write down some addresses and phone numbers. “This should set you right up. I want you to set up a transfer right away. Tell them I sent you. I think you can jump right into this program right here -” he tapped on the paper, “because you’re a smart kiddo.”
Jono was so thrilled by this compliment that he could have danced, except that, with his chestplate still sitting on the bench, his excitement might have set him off to blow up right there in Tony’s house. Well, at least Tony had dozens more scattered around the world if he did blow this one up.
==
Jono had barely stepped through the front door of the mansion when he was wildly tackled.
“OOF!” Seeing his attacker, Jono shouted, “I thought you just said you wanted me to watch American football with you!”
“Dude!” Julian exclaimed, hauling Jono upright by the back of his collar. Wisps of telekinesis helped him up as well, but it still hurt. And obviously Julian didn’t care. He was clearly too excited, his blue eyes bright as he threw an arm around Jono’s shoulder and all but pulled him deeper inside the mansion. “What was he like? What did you he say? Tell me everything, Jono or I swear to god, I will rip your eyebrows out one hair at a time.”
Jono somehow managed to wriggle out of Julian’s grasp, and placed a hand over his massive eyebrows. “Well, you’d be here for a long time, you wanker,” he said good-naturedly. “But, anyway, Julian, he was brilliant! He is just so cool!”
Both boys shouted and practically jumped up and down in that hallway, never once bothering to wonder what their teachers would think if they knew of such hero-worship they were devoting to Iron Man, when they were living under the private tutelage of the X-Men. They looked exactly the way Jubilee had when she won concert tickets to see a boy band she adored.
“He’s also loads shorter than you’d think he’d be, too. He doesn’t look that short on TV and in the magazines,” Jono added.
“Well, you tower over everybody,” Julian grumbled, trying to hide how annoyed he was that he didn’t get to hang out with his own personal hero. Julian’s face broke into a huge grin, however, once Jono brandished the yellow legal pad paper in his hand and said “Look! He gave me a specific program to look into! He wrote this in his own hand! That’s like, getting an autograph!”
“Holy shit,” Julian cursed in reverence, and took the pad from Jono’s hands to admire it. “Man, you got to spend the day with Tony Stark. And he gave you advice and a fucking pad...” For once, Julian seemed speechless, basking in the idea of being in Tony Stark’s presence.
After a wistful sigh and one last look at the legal pad, Julian returned it to Jono and said, “But, really, what was he like?!”
“Honestly? It was kind of like hanging out with you. He likes drinks, women, cars, and spending money. I mean, when we got to his place, there was even a barely-covered lass running out the door and being driven away in one of his cars! He’s you, Julian - in like ten or fifteen years!”
Julian’s eyes seemed to water. It was the highest compliment anyone could pay him.
“And there’s moooooo-oooore...” Jono sang in a teasing voice, reaching into his jacket. In what he hoped was a nonchalant tone, he said, “I got you an autograph.”
Julian screeched and grabbed for it. “Are you kidding me?! Give it to me, asshole!” he ordered, when scrambling to grab it and then using his telekinesis didn’t do the trick.
With a good-natured eye roll, Jono pulled out the slip of paper. He waved it back and forth teasingly for just a second before handing it over. Julian gasped in reverence.
To my biggest fan Julian. In Vegas I got into a long argument at the roulette table over what I considered to be an odd number. Take life the Stark way and always get it your way! - Tony Stark
Jono shrugged and fidgeted with the legal pad. “Hope you like it.”
Once again, the tears in Julian’s eyes welled up a little as he stared at the autograph. Then, although not unprompted but delayed, Julian jumped into the air with a “whoop!”
“Do I like it, Starsmore? Do I f--of course I like it, you dumbass. God, Starsmore, you’re so stupid,” he said, his tone jovial and yet still insulting at the same time. He also didn’t tear his eyes away from the paper in his hand. But he did reach to near-violently ruffle Jono’s hair. “Fuck you, man. You’re the best.”
This time, Jono burst out in very real, unscripted laughter. “I’m glad.” He took the “Fuck you, man,” as a compliment, as Julian had meant it to be. It was just his way.
“Oh, right,” Jono said, remembering the tie. He took it off and handed it to Julian. “Here.”
Julian grabbed for that almost as crazily as he had with the autograph. “Did he touch this?!”
“Well, yeah, I had to take it off to take my chestplate off, and he put the tie on his workbench.”
Julian was exalted, rubbing the tie as though it could grant him wishes. “I may never take this tie to the dry cleaner ever again.”
*Visual aids.
Setting: The X-Mansion, out at a fancy restaurant, Tony's pad, and then back home
Content: Jono was in an academic rut, so Logan managed to score him a meeting with Tony Stark to get some advice on where to learn about engineering. Jono and Julian show how fanboy they can be about Iron Man.
Status: Scene is complete, but the boys are hanging out at the front of the mansion. Maybe you come across them and wonder what all the commotion is about!
Jumping off from this thread...
“Hey, party people!” Jono said brightly, poking his head around the doorframe into the living room.
“SHHH!!!” Ali hissed angrily.
Jono’s jovial expression became clouded, and he frowned at her. “What?!”
“We’re watching our stories,” Ali said to him. Indeed, she and Forge were seated on the couch watching a soap opera.
“Oh, come on, Ali,” said Forge. “It’s just about over, anyway.”
“Hmph,” Ali said, clearly annoyed to be interrupted during her quiet time with the Maker.
“I just wanted to ask you a few questions about my chestplate,” Jono said to Forge.
“Absolutely. What do you need? Anything need adjusting?”
“Yeah. I was wondering how far I can safely pull out the dampener on both sides, so I could let out a little bit more energy into my hands.”
This statement was met with a blank stare from Forge. “Well, let’s see. If you come to my workshop, I can take it apart and take a look at it for you.”
“That’s all right. I think I can handle it myself, I just wanted your opinion on the safety levels, so that, well, nobody blows up,” Jono chuckled.
“Oh, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” Forge assured him. “I just don’t really know how the damn thing works.”
“But... you made it,” Jono said lamely. “You don’t even remember how much you screwed in the shocks on the sides?”
“Mmmm...” Forge said. “Mmm... no. I’d have to take it apart and look at it. Why don’t you take it off and we can see together?”
“Yeah, but, if you can’t explain to me how you fixed it, what am I going to do if there’s an emergency or something? What if you’re not here?”
“Hmmm... then... you’ll just have to blow up the people nearest to you?” Forge suggested slyly. There was a grin on his face.
Jono sighed dejectedly, which only made Forge burst at laughing at him. “Hey, I don’t ask questions, I just do!” he said, which was about the simplest explanation of The Maker’s powers that anyone could give.
==
“Well, I think I’m going to have fun meeting this little clone of mine,” Tony Stark said to Logan over the phone. He was referring to the meeting that was being set up between him and Jono Starsmore, who now wore a chestplate which resembled Tony’s own. “Oh, and wear a suit, Logan! You know how I love suits. And not one of those weird Canadian tuxedos, either!” he sang.
Logan could only grumble as he hung up.
==
“I want that back spotless!” Julian Keller insisted, gingerly handing Jono one of his ties. “And don’t let Tony dip it in a martini or anything.”
“Is he prone to doing that?” Jono asked, puzzled.
“Well... no,” admitted Julian, who followed Tony Stark’s crazy antics religiously through the newspapers and internet, “but it sounds like something he might do eventually. Just... just don’t get anything on the tie. It takes forever to get to the nearest dry cleaners.”
“No, it doesn’t. There’s one a ten-minute drive from here!”
Julian looked at Jono disapprovingly, with a look on his face that clearly said, “Really?” He said out loud, “Uh, I meant one that actually knows what they’re doing? Duh.”
==
Tony arrived exactly on time. Logan greeted him with a grunt, while Jono sprang out of his seat and gushed a welcome. He stammered his own name and then lamely added, “Nice to meet you!”
Tony gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, and looked around him. He called to the waitress, “Can we get some drinks here? Scotch for me.”
“Scotch,” Logan echoed. All eyes fell to Jono.
“...Scotch?” What else could it be? He hoped that was the correct answer.
Tony’s eyes brightened. “I think I like this kid already...” Jono started laughing, almost manically, having been given strict instructions by Logan to find all jokes made by the multibazillionaire hilarious. And Logan groaned.
“What have I done?”
=======================
Pleasantries and a round or two of drinks dispensed with, it was time to talk business.
“So let’s see this thing of yours,” Tony said right out.
Jono’s eyes nervously darted around the restaurant for a moment, and then he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. Tony gave a whistle and nod of approval as Jono showed him his chestplate.
“Nice work. Great design. I love that I’m a trendsetter now,” Tony said with a grin. Jono laughed obediently. “Looks a lot like mine, you’re right, Logan,” Tony said, looking over at Jono’s chaperone, who was downing several different glasses of scotch. “I’m impressed. Not as good as mine, of course, but, it doesn’t work the same way, so there’s that.”
Jono nodded vigorously. “I made a few small adjustments to it, but I’m not yet sure what I’m doing. This is the kind of engineering that I think I want to get myself into. I know my gadget’s not the same as yours, but I think the field is similar enough that you could show me where to go from here.”
“First I’m going to want a demonstration of your little toy,” Tony said.
“Uh...” Jono stammered, unsure of what words to say in front of the legendary Iron Man. He was trying to figure out how to say, “When? Where?” but could only stutter. “A demo?”
“Yeah. Demo. Right here. Right now,” Tony said, a serious look in his eyes.
Jono could only stutter as he glanced around the crowded restaurant, until Tony broke out into raucous laughter and slapped Jono on the back. “I’m kidding, of course! I’m kidding! Show me later!”
“HAHAHAHAAHAH!” Jono exclaimed, his abrupt laughter sounding like it was scripted. “Of course! Of course!”
Logan desperately wished he could get drunk.
There was a lot of shouting and laughing, and unbeknown to them, many of the other patrons of the restaurant either wished those people would pipe down, or that they could join in on the fun. There was eating and boozing, but not much talking about schools or Jono’s academic studies. When the bill was finally paid and the three men left the restaurant, Tony suggested, “Let’s take a look at your toy back at my pad. I got a rec room that’s damn near indestructible.”
==
They pulled up to Tony’s just in time to catch a scantily-clad woman jumping into a car and being chauffeured away by one of Tony’s drivers.
When they arrived at the “rec room,” Jono was bereft of speech. He could only stare and gape as his eyes grew wider and wider at the vast array of technology, gadgets, blinking lights, robots, and other bits and bobs he could not identify. “This is amazing,” he finally said.
Logan was unimpressed. He grunted, and, while putting out his cigar on his palm, said, “I like your set-up down at your Newport place better.”
“Hey, the house in Newport Beach has a lot more sprawl!” Tony said defensively. He patted a robot that whizzed by him. “Don’t feel bad,” he said to it. “I love you guys all the same.”
Logan was allowed to roam around and work out in the boxing ring nearby, while Jono took target practice as Tony observed. Jono was pleased beyond belief when Tony took a closer look at his chestplate and had a lot of advice to offer, including help on how to correctly adjust the safety levels. Jono was able to emit a larger glow from his hands without fear of burning something he didn’t intend to burn.
“This is totally it, Mr. Stark,” Jono enthused. “This is what I want to learn how to do!”
“Oh, pleeease, Jon,” Tony said dismissively. “Call me Tony. After all, I’m going to start calling you my little clone from now on.”
“Everyone’s got a clone, Stark,” Logan groused at the self-satisfied multibazillionaire. “They’ve been cloning me since before your daddy was in diapers. Get over it.”
“Touchy touchy!” Tony snarked, but the bitchface* that crossed his attractive face told that he was a little miffed at being reminded that he wasn’t the first to patent something. For once.
“But this little guy,” Tony continued, pointing at Jono, who was actually not so little compared to him, “is my first-ever clone! I love it! He’s like a novelty! Let me have my fun,” he said to Logan. Jono beamed, even though he wasn’t sure if he was being objectified.
Logan simply grunted a small “Hmph,” as he lit another cigar.
“He’s especially going to be clone-like after these new mods, loosely based on my own,” Tony continued with a satisfied smile, very much proud of his own work. He was now seated at a workbench taking apart the chestplate. When finished, he took out a legal pad to write down some addresses and phone numbers. “This should set you right up. I want you to set up a transfer right away. Tell them I sent you. I think you can jump right into this program right here -” he tapped on the paper, “because you’re a smart kiddo.”
Jono was so thrilled by this compliment that he could have danced, except that, with his chestplate still sitting on the bench, his excitement might have set him off to blow up right there in Tony’s house. Well, at least Tony had dozens more scattered around the world if he did blow this one up.
==
Jono had barely stepped through the front door of the mansion when he was wildly tackled.
“OOF!” Seeing his attacker, Jono shouted, “I thought you just said you wanted me to watch American football with you!”
“Dude!” Julian exclaimed, hauling Jono upright by the back of his collar. Wisps of telekinesis helped him up as well, but it still hurt. And obviously Julian didn’t care. He was clearly too excited, his blue eyes bright as he threw an arm around Jono’s shoulder and all but pulled him deeper inside the mansion. “What was he like? What did you he say? Tell me everything, Jono or I swear to god, I will rip your eyebrows out one hair at a time.”
Jono somehow managed to wriggle out of Julian’s grasp, and placed a hand over his massive eyebrows. “Well, you’d be here for a long time, you wanker,” he said good-naturedly. “But, anyway, Julian, he was brilliant! He is just so cool!”
Both boys shouted and practically jumped up and down in that hallway, never once bothering to wonder what their teachers would think if they knew of such hero-worship they were devoting to Iron Man, when they were living under the private tutelage of the X-Men. They looked exactly the way Jubilee had when she won concert tickets to see a boy band she adored.
“He’s also loads shorter than you’d think he’d be, too. He doesn’t look that short on TV and in the magazines,” Jono added.
“Well, you tower over everybody,” Julian grumbled, trying to hide how annoyed he was that he didn’t get to hang out with his own personal hero. Julian’s face broke into a huge grin, however, once Jono brandished the yellow legal pad paper in his hand and said “Look! He gave me a specific program to look into! He wrote this in his own hand! That’s like, getting an autograph!”
“Holy shit,” Julian cursed in reverence, and took the pad from Jono’s hands to admire it. “Man, you got to spend the day with Tony Stark. And he gave you advice and a fucking pad...” For once, Julian seemed speechless, basking in the idea of being in Tony Stark’s presence.
After a wistful sigh and one last look at the legal pad, Julian returned it to Jono and said, “But, really, what was he like?!”
“Honestly? It was kind of like hanging out with you. He likes drinks, women, cars, and spending money. I mean, when we got to his place, there was even a barely-covered lass running out the door and being driven away in one of his cars! He’s you, Julian - in like ten or fifteen years!”
Julian’s eyes seemed to water. It was the highest compliment anyone could pay him.
“And there’s moooooo-oooore...” Jono sang in a teasing voice, reaching into his jacket. In what he hoped was a nonchalant tone, he said, “I got you an autograph.”
Julian screeched and grabbed for it. “Are you kidding me?! Give it to me, asshole!” he ordered, when scrambling to grab it and then using his telekinesis didn’t do the trick.
With a good-natured eye roll, Jono pulled out the slip of paper. He waved it back and forth teasingly for just a second before handing it over. Julian gasped in reverence.
To my biggest fan Julian. In Vegas I got into a long argument at the roulette table over what I considered to be an odd number. Take life the Stark way and always get it your way! - Tony Stark
Jono shrugged and fidgeted with the legal pad. “Hope you like it.”
Once again, the tears in Julian’s eyes welled up a little as he stared at the autograph. Then, although not unprompted but delayed, Julian jumped into the air with a “whoop!”
“Do I like it, Starsmore? Do I f--of course I like it, you dumbass. God, Starsmore, you’re so stupid,” he said, his tone jovial and yet still insulting at the same time. He also didn’t tear his eyes away from the paper in his hand. But he did reach to near-violently ruffle Jono’s hair. “Fuck you, man. You’re the best.”
This time, Jono burst out in very real, unscripted laughter. “I’m glad.” He took the “Fuck you, man,” as a compliment, as Julian had meant it to be. It was just his way.
“Oh, right,” Jono said, remembering the tie. He took it off and handed it to Julian. “Here.”
Julian grabbed for that almost as crazily as he had with the autograph. “Did he touch this?!”
“Well, yeah, I had to take it off to take my chestplate off, and he put the tie on his workbench.”
Julian was exalted, rubbing the tie as though it could grant him wishes. “I may never take this tie to the dry cleaner ever again.”
*Visual aids.
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"Did you jack a pair of boxers for Josh like I asked?" She startled both of them, and once he registered what she'd said, Julian gave her a look like she was inbred or something. Which she isn't...just for the record. "Come on, the kid was a good teammate in that paintball war. The least I could do was try and get him a fancy celeb souvenir." She lit a cigarette. "You know he wouldn't ask for it himself..."
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