The Devil's Nest [Wednesday morning and afternoon]

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Joan hadn't quite made it into the office Monday morning -- highly unlike her, but so had been the cold that she'd finally managed to stave off by yesterday afternoon. And as she always did when she missed a day at work, Joan felt that the place had fallen apart in her absence.

Today, she'd hauled Eric's tax files out of the basement, going over the employee forms as well as receipts. She couldn't do his taxes for him, but she also knew no accountant was going to touch half this stuff until it was better organized.

Of course, they'd probably need someone from his world to do it, anyway, or else there were going to be Questions about some of these purchases.

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It seemed Howard only got out of the lab when something all together strange was happening on the island. So, today was an attempt to break that streak.

By going to a club. Yes, in the afternoon.

Shut up, he was from the 40's.

"Someone I recognize, I must have picked the right spot."

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"Mr. Stark!" Joan greeted happily as she looked over an invoice for three crates of synthetic blood. Yeah, this was why they'd be going through Eric's home world. "What a lovely surprise. What can I do for you?"

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"Continue looking beautiful and I'll be a happy man," Howard replied. Because he was that sort of guy.

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Joan, who was more than a little used to that sort of treatment, rewarded the comment with a smile before getting up, smoothing her skirt and heading over to the bar. "Can I get you something to drink? Unless you're here on business, in which case...well, the offer still stands."

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"Scotch if you have it, whatever you're drinking if you don't." Because why not assume she was drinking too?

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Joan lifted a brow. "2012 or not, what kind of a sad excuse for a bar would be without Scotch?" she wondered, peering around under the bar for something with a date close to her own birth year. When she found a decently old one, she poured out a glass and slid it over to him before hunting around for some gin. "I'm usually a pretty good girl about not drinking on the job," she said, mock-tsking. "You're a bad influence."

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"That's what they say," he replied, with a grin as he sat down at the bar. "I hear it's a good thing to take a break now and then."

Said the workaholic.

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"I'm sifting through my boss's taxes," she said, squeezing a lime into her drink. "I can hardly argue with that. Is that what you're doing? Taking a break from...whatever it is that you do?"

She had no idea.

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"Inventing," he replied easily. "I'm an engineer."

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And now Joan was really listening. Because, really, she hadn't run into a whole lot of engineers running around Manhattan -- or if she had, they hadn't told her so. "Really? And what kinds of inventions might you be known for?"