Fan Fic: Robert Downey Jr.

I was sitting in a fancy-yet-understated bar overlooking the West Side Highway, watching the lights go down over the classy-yet-understated New Jersey shoreline. I was sipping my Heffeweisen, even though I was an urban, hip young woman, because I come from a small, rustic town where the women can do things like fix a tire and drink beer, while still being feminine. I could do neither of those things, but I could drink beer. It was Christmas Eve, but I was Jewish, which also added to my personality because there were not a lot of Jewish kids in my small, tire-changing tow...