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So, last night was bizarre.

Let's start with how Sherry brought a girl home. She turned out to be a wizard, which was pretty kickass, but then Tony got shot and that part wasn't so great. And dammit, they didn't even manage to get those wards up. Well, like hell is he going to ask her to try it again, at least not until she's recovered from the first time and he's had a chance to upgrade the external security cameras on the house. And next time they can do it in broad fucking daylight, too.

This is what's running through Tony's head as he stumbles downstairs, yawning, in search of coffee and something resembling food. Under normal circumstances he's equally likely to wake up at two in the afternoon or two in the morning, but right now, it is (according to Jarvis) ten after nine. AM.

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Tony stumbles into the kitchen wearing beat-up jeans, a white tank top, mismatched socks in scuffed old sneakers, and a triumphant grin. His hair is a mess and his clothing is covered in smudges of dirt and various colours of sawdust. Clearly, however, something is going right for him.

He makes a beeline for the coffee machine.