[Tony responds to the bottle with some enthusiasm, proffering the start of a grin. Only the start, however, when he takes a look and sees something familiar. Someone familiar and it nags at his mind, dries up the drink that he's already downed with that odd chill felt when he watched his future in the pool and saw what'd be coming when he went home sweet home.]
You call that a toast? There's no spirit to it.
[Yes, he's calling him out -- his tone jovial, but he's watching with some intensity the fact that he's doublefisting the alcohol (Asgardians, go figure).]
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You call that a toast? There's no spirit to it.
[Yes, he's calling him out -- his tone jovial, but he's watching with some intensity the fact that he's doublefisting the alcohol (Asgardians, go figure).]
Swing back here and show me what you've got.