[ Parties are generally easy to navigate, the wheels of a successful networking venture greasing themselves if the liquor’s freely flowing, the food’s decent and the music choice isn’t horrendous. It feels like the entire city’s here, which suits Tony just fine, all the better to pin down anyone who looks interesting and eke useful information out of them.
Who looks useful, however...
The invite said black tie, so he’s suitably dressed, armored sleekly in a dark tux. Best to blend in— there’s no question he belongs here, so he’ll take advantage, first things first, tipping his chin up at the bartender. ]
Gin martini, like, now. And send one over to my new friend, just...there.
[ He means you, random soul across the dance floor who’s caught his eye. That won’t be obvious just yet, not until the waitress brings it by, “From the gentleman at the bar,” indicating Tony as he briefly makes eye contact, before he continues chatting pleasantly with another attendee.
Ball’s in your court. What will you do? ]
wildcard
(( hmu, I’m pretty easy. Tony here hails from an AU where Ultron was effectively smothered in the cradle, and therefore didn’t get to rope in Wanda and her bro and kill a lot of people, welp. Sokovia Accords never come to pass. It’s pretty heavily a WIP so don’t fire me out of a cannon just yet, pls. ))
Tony Stark | MCU AU
[ Parties are generally easy to navigate, the wheels of a successful networking venture greasing themselves if the liquor’s freely flowing, the food’s decent and the music choice isn’t horrendous. It feels like the entire city’s here, which suits Tony just fine, all the better to pin down anyone who looks interesting and eke useful information out of them.
Who looks useful, however...
The invite said black tie, so he’s suitably dressed, armored sleekly in a dark tux. Best to blend in— there’s no question he belongs here, so he’ll take advantage, first things first, tipping his chin up at the bartender. ]
Gin martini, like, now. And send one over to my new friend, just...there.
[ He means you, random soul across the dance floor who’s caught his eye. That won’t be obvious just yet, not until the waitress brings it by, “From the gentleman at the bar,” indicating Tony as he briefly makes eye contact, before he continues chatting pleasantly with another attendee.
Ball’s in your court. What will you do? ]
wildcard
(( hmu, I’m pretty easy. Tony here hails from an AU where Ultron was effectively smothered in the cradle, and therefore didn’t get to rope in Wanda and her bro and kill a lot of people, welp. Sokovia Accords never come to pass. It’s pretty heavily a WIP so don’t fire me out of a cannon just yet, pls. ))