[Steve might be doing his best to try not to be alluring, but he is. Always in that dangerous way of his. Where he stumbles in sometimes without meaning to. These little gestures, soft tones, the way his eyes take all of Tony in. It leaves him feeling unbearably hot and he just wants to drape himself entirely over Steve and take him for everything he's worth.

Except they're practically on display right now, and this isn't one of those kinds of parties. Basically what they're agreeing to right now.

Yes- no. Definitely shouldn't attempt to have sex in front of their friends.

Steve sitting up has them pressed together, chest to chest, and Tony's hands squeeze atop Steve's shoulders. Answer taking a bit long to get from his mental gates out of his mouth because he really does seem to be thinking.]

I can walk. But you can throw me on the bed, if you want.

[Somehow figuring this is a good enough middle ground.]

Don't want them to start a rumor I showed up and immediately got so trashed I couldn't even walk.

[Which is true. He doesn't want to be hearing that for the next few months. Though by now the two of them definitely will be hearing something else.]

I didn't mean to get as drunk as I am-

[Laughing, just a little, while he tries to find a way to get down off of Steve and the top of the bar at the same time. It happens in a very graceless slide down, legs sticking out until he catches the ground and then he pushes away, offering his hand to Steve after.]

By the way- which- I'm pretty sure this is your fault-

[Because Steve set him up for failure.]