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MK VI: Kiss Me, I'm Irish (by blood alcohol content)
A | UPTOWN MAYFIELD | MORNING
[Tony Stark is not pleased with his current track record. Nope. Not at all. It is taking WAY too long for him to do what he does best. Well,not including "innovate and revolutionize the world". ...Or "get his way with everything". ......Or "drink".
He's talking, of course, of his masterful art of seduction. He can only assume it's a superpower he's always had and never fully tapped,because Mayfield CLEARLY RIPPED IT AWAY FROM HIM. He should have bedded, what, six people by now? Hell, at least gotten a real damn dinner date... Jesus, he was actually FRIEND-ZONED!
TWICE.
This will not do. So Tony calmly sets up shop on the sidewalk. He's got some plywood, nails, a few markers and a lunchbox, looking like a real 50's construction worker, unintentionally. What's he up to? Why, it's simple...]
B | UPTOWN MAYFIELD | EARLY AFTERNOON
[...He's building himself a Kissing Booth, of course. Bored, tipsy and frustrated, he figures all he needs to do is give the local women a small sample of his raw, sexual charisma. After that, it'll only be a matter of time before they look him up again. Right? Wrong? RIGHT, DAMNIT!
Tony will be sitting behind a small, lemonade stand sized booth, sipping a Mai Tai, coloring on the back of a Mayfield newspaper or winking shamelessly at passing women for a few hours. The sign on the stand reads
KISSIN' BOOTH! BORING KISS = $2, FRENCH KISS = $3, FURTHER ACTIVITY = NAME YOUR PRICE, MALE KISS = GET LOST, PAL.
Gilgamesh is now sharing booth space with him, in a contest to see who can earn more public displays of affection.