People are definitely talking, and they're doing their best version of pretending not to stare. All angled away but taking glances from the corners of their eyes or passing turns over their shoulders. Rich people love gossip. That's definitely what this is about to turn into. Tony Stark just, more or less, stormed into this woman's party (Tony still can't recall her name and he doesn't care to make the attempt at this point), waltzed right up to Captain Steve Rogers, and stole him away. There's something going on and every body in the room is electrified wondering what it might be.
Immediately at the bar, Tony orders a scotch, and then reaches into his pocket to shed a hundred dollar bill from a bundle of them, tipping it into a large glass full of money. It'll take only a second for the bartender to pour him his drink, but in that time Steve is making a request.
Tony tips his head up, brow arching when Steve dips further in to ask him something privately. Which is hard to do considering what's happening. For that reason Tony can't help the way he smirks, but it's gentle. There's no malice there, certainly none directed at Steve. He's amused and in control right now. "I'm not done making a scene yet." This is part of it, according to him apparently, and the second his drink gets put down he takes it hand and then sips at it.
Quieter then, though, he murmurs back to Steve, "We don't wanna look like we're running. Because we're not." Which seems important to him. But it is. If he just comes into the party and absconds with Steve it looks bad. For both of them singularly but together as a pair more so. He doesn't want people to think he's coming to take Steve to an Avengers level threat because that's the last thing PR needs to hear tonight, that they scared a bunch of rich people. There's also the other side of this where people might start circulating rumors that Tony's a jealous lover or something very close to and that the two of them are hiding an affair. But...
Perhaps a little more than that he's being a brat. Which he's exceedingly good at. He's simmered out a lot from stages of life where he'd do things like this, but it's easy enough to recall. He won't stand for people making Steve uncomfortable, and he's going to be mulling over just how nasty a feeling it had been, the lead up of Steve complaining about it paired with the sight of the hostess practically wrapped all the way around him. That's private though. He'll hold that in. "Let me finish my drink and then we'll calmly walk out and I'll drive you home. In the meantime, tell me about your night." He's completely turned towards Steve, attention fully on him regardless of what's going on around them. Because none of the rest of it matters. Just Steve.
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Immediately at the bar, Tony orders a scotch, and then reaches into his pocket to shed a hundred dollar bill from a bundle of them, tipping it into a large glass full of money. It'll take only a second for the bartender to pour him his drink, but in that time Steve is making a request.
Tony tips his head up, brow arching when Steve dips further in to ask him something privately. Which is hard to do considering what's happening. For that reason Tony can't help the way he smirks, but it's gentle. There's no malice there, certainly none directed at Steve. He's amused and in control right now. "I'm not done making a scene yet." This is part of it, according to him apparently, and the second his drink gets put down he takes it hand and then sips at it.
Quieter then, though, he murmurs back to Steve, "We don't wanna look like we're running. Because we're not." Which seems important to him. But it is. If he just comes into the party and absconds with Steve it looks bad. For both of them singularly but together as a pair more so. He doesn't want people to think he's coming to take Steve to an Avengers level threat because that's the last thing PR needs to hear tonight, that they scared a bunch of rich people. There's also the other side of this where people might start circulating rumors that Tony's a jealous lover or something very close to and that the two of them are hiding an affair. But...
Perhaps a little more than that he's being a brat. Which he's exceedingly good at. He's simmered out a lot from stages of life where he'd do things like this, but it's easy enough to recall. He won't stand for people making Steve uncomfortable, and he's going to be mulling over just how nasty a feeling it had been, the lead up of Steve complaining about it paired with the sight of the hostess practically wrapped all the way around him. That's private though. He'll hold that in. "Let me finish my drink and then we'll calmly walk out and I'll drive you home. In the meantime, tell me about your night." He's completely turned towards Steve, attention fully on him regardless of what's going on around them. Because none of the rest of it matters. Just Steve.