Tony is, indeed, very much relaxed right about now. In fact, this is probably the first time in months since he has been able to reach this level of relaxation; between his breakup and the Accords back home, and then getting dragged here, life had been nothing but a shit fest for Tony. Right now, though, it doesn't feel too bad - mainly because the spirits are flowing freely, and considering it has been far too long since he last had a drop of booze touch his tongue...
Yeah, he's feeling really good right about now.
Thankfully Tony has learned how to pace himself so that he's not the sloppy type of drunk. His demeanor is finally relaxed, his smiles come a little easier, and that Tony Stark persona that he had built for himself as the charming playboy that he had been back home seems to be back in full mode. It almost even feels like he's back home, at some charity thing. He's not wearing a full on tux like he normally would, but he seems perfectly comfortable in the suit he had picked for the night, the tie he had adjusted to fit better now loosely relaxed around his neck, and his hair slicked back but tousled just right because leave it to Tony to try to make a fashion statement even in this kind of place. The glow of the arc reactor is impossible to hide underneath the white shirt, but at this point, that's really the last thing he cares about.
Right before Jack walks up, he notices a woman checking him out and, instead of ignoring her and turning back to his drink, he just smirks and winks at her. Shit, it has really been way too long since he has felt this good. The tap on his shoulder stops him before he can walk over to continue flirting, but he doesn't mind; he immediately smiles at him as he shakes his hand. "Hey. Yeah, I'm Tony Stark. Nice to meet you, Jack."
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Yeah, he's feeling really good right about now.
Thankfully Tony has learned how to pace himself so that he's not the sloppy type of drunk. His demeanor is finally relaxed, his smiles come a little easier, and that Tony Stark persona that he had built for himself as the charming playboy that he had been back home seems to be back in full mode. It almost even feels like he's back home, at some charity thing. He's not wearing a full on tux like he normally would, but he seems perfectly comfortable in the suit he had picked for the night, the tie he had adjusted to fit better now loosely relaxed around his neck, and his hair slicked back but tousled just right because leave it to Tony to try to make a fashion statement even in this kind of place. The glow of the arc reactor is impossible to hide underneath the white shirt, but at this point, that's really the last thing he cares about.
Right before Jack walks up, he notices a woman checking him out and, instead of ignoring her and turning back to his drink, he just smirks and winks at her. Shit, it has really been way too long since he has felt this good. The tap on his shoulder stops him before he can walk over to continue flirting, but he doesn't mind; he immediately smiles at him as he shakes his hand. "Hey. Yeah, I'm Tony Stark. Nice to meet you, Jack."