Party Favors

[Agent Collie]

Fury was still pissed off at him, and it was only through heated yelling and luck that Collie wasn't put down in Russia or Alaska for three years. He was even lucky enough to avoid being stuck doing bilge renovations. About the worst he got was debriefings, no missions for a few weeks, a seminar about responsibility and refiling all of Fury's old mission reports into alphabetic order based on year. It had only been a week in and Collie was already hating everyone and he was sure that this was how Coulson felt all the time. Must be.

Thankfully, Collie hadn't been stripped of party privileges so when one of the agents had a birthday, he was allowed to go. In S.H.I.E.L.D it was always a great milestone to reach another birthday, so they went all out. Pretty much anyone was allowed to attend, seeing as the Helicarrier was over international waters. It was here that Collie finally let himself have a little fun. There were no papers to worry about, no missions to worry about, nothing. Just having a good time and forgetting what being a desk-slave felt like.

By 11PM, most of the party was underway. A bartender was attending, and Collie has suspicions that it was one of the chef's aids. Nearly everyone was trying to get him to take a shot every time they did, but he was holding his own pretty well and as far as Jack could tell, was only a few drinks deep. Collie, on the other hand, was about a bottle and a half of whiskey down and he couldn't remember how many shots he'd taken. It didn't really matter much anyway, no-one ever kept score and if he was asked, his only response would probably be a slurred 'more than you'.

Despite his inebriation, Jack was still a competent human. He was walking fine, he was only just starting to get blurred vision and he could hold a conversation quite well. That wouldn't last very long after 1AM though. That was when Jack and the boys got particularly rowdy and would spread their cheer to the whole ship.

[Cheryl Harrison]

From what Cheryl had heard, Stark’s birthdays were always big events. She’d never been able to see them, considering Fury had explicitly banned them from being held on the Helicarrier several years ago. She wasn’t sure what had made him change his mind, but she was beginning to see why they were usually prohibited. The amount of alcohol being given out was impressive, even for this place. She’d also heard rumors of some strippers somewhere, but she had yet to see them. That was probably for the better, even if she was kind of curious about them. Someone would probably tell Cliff or the Director, and then they’d make frowny faces at her, and then she’d have to break out the puppy eyes to apologize. It was tough being her.

Privately, she’d been hoping Cap would show up for the fun. It wasn’t all that surprising that he hadn’t—this wasn’t really his sort of party—but Cheryl figured that since she was here, she might as well join in the fun. Drunk people were always hilarious. Well, usually hilarious. Sometimes they stole your phone and terrified your boyfriend. Thankfully, this time Cher had left her phone in her quarters. Just in case. She had, however, decided to bring a camera along. Documenting this occasion seemed like a worthy cause, if only because half of the participants wouldn’t remember it tomorrow morning. Also she’d been doing a lot of research on blackmail recently. Cheryl had started off mingling with several of the senior agents; they were significantly more sober than anyone else at the party, and the least likely to try to get her to drink. They were over international waters so she was allowed to, technically, but she wasn’t at all eager to find out what would happen if she got drunk. On the other side of the room, she could see Collie with a bottle in each hand. Oh, this would be a fun night.

Feeling thirsty, Cheryl approached the bar and requested some soda. And then needed to clarify that she wanted just Coke, sans rum. She grinned at the strange look the bartender gave her. “I’m the designated driver,” she explained. He must have been pretty tipsy himself, because the excuse didn’t get a retort. Well, maybe she’d be the only one sober enough to fly the strippers back to…wherever Tony picked them up. A minute later her soda arrived, and sipped the drink carefully to make sure it was virgin. She was pretty sure it was okay. Although she had no real desire to try alcohol, she was all about sugar and caffeine.

[Tony Stark]

“I don’t get why he was so pissed,” the voice of Stark was clear, evident, and unique. It wasn’t loud, nor was it quiet. It was smooth, confident, able to carry weight with his words. Usually, that weight involved how many woman he could carry on each arm. Tonight, it seemed that the weight would be three. Though, this was his party, and if he didn’t have at least six on his arms by the end of tonight then he’d have to pull some drastic measures. Rhodey had warned him against doing parties any more in suit, but he was technically banned from conducting parties in suit aboard the carrier anymore. He was lucky to even actually get this party on the carrier. Capsicle had decided to sit this one out, and Thor had some big Asgardian business to attend, but that was okay. He had figured Bruce would ditch as well as Cap, but he’d also kinda hoped for Thor to at least show. Or maybe Natasha.

“I mean, all I said to the man was: ‘Coming in off the starboard bow cap’n, clear the poop deck’, seriously, what’s he got against a few good pirate jokes?” The jest was obviously directed toward Fury, who had probably decided to remain a grump and stay locked away in his office for the time being. The lack of adventure and fun of that man just was a mystery to Stark. At least even Rogers and Strange knew how to have fun once in a while. And when Banner had fun, the Party really was beginning! Yet it seemed he would be the only avenger amongst a bunch of SHIELD agents. How perfect. Well, he could still have fun for sure this time. Oh, hey, there’s a fourth girl on his arm.

Stark came towards the bar with his personal entourage of barely clothed woman, some SHIELD agents and some guests, and through his glasses, stood perfectly sober, despite being far from it. “Billy,” He said, assuming the bartender to be a Billy. Whether or not he was was irrelevant, it was the rest that would matter, “A drink for me and my friends. A round for everyone here. We need to liven this place up a bit more. And where’s that DJ?” He asked, turning and then spotting the shorter agent of the bunch. He needed to think for a bit on seeing her to remember who this girl was. Seemed quite young, or getting there. Probably not legal in the US, even if this was international waters. Didn’t appear to look like the daughter of anyone he knew, not to mention he’d have to wonder why anyone he knew would have a daughter they’d bring here. Wait, that’s right! It was Fury’s poster Child and the perfect example of that… Tank… thing. She was a Tank, and the one who best exemplified what it meant. “Charline, right?” he said on looking to her, lifting up his sun glasses and seeing her glass of soda. “Taking advantage of international waters?” he asked before the bartender held out a glass for Stark, a rather nicely colored drink of varying fades. Stark sipped it and nodded in approval. “Keep up the good job promoting the Tank and it’s uses. Good stuff there Carol,” he said, still not exactly remembering or getting the girl’s name right. Whether that was the alcohol or his own brain, one would never know.

[Agent Collie]

Jack had lost one of the bottles he'd been holding after a short dance in the middle of a group of agents. He didn't mind, it wasn't his whiskey, which meant that Natasha could now hunt down her bottle in the hands of what at least looked like a lady. Collie was slightly more cautious about females since the last time he'd been wasted and found out that Reese was actually a dude. He wondered if Tony knew yet. Maybe he could convince Reese to flirt with Tony and then ruin his night. Not tonight though. This was his birthday and Collie wasn't that much of an asshole. Not yet at least.

After another quick dance with one of his buddies, Jack decided to take a breather and, as he was heading for the door, noticed his two favorite people by the bar. Tony was one of maybe only ten people on the ship who could out-drink an elephant and Cheryl was... well, Cheryl. The girls Tony had collected warranted an approving check as he got closer and he arrived just in time to hear Tony congratulating Cheryl with the wrong name. "So this is where the party relocated to." He mused as he finally got within speaking distance. After noticing the drink Tony was holding, Collie bit back the start of a laugh. "Nice Kraken Tony. Did it come with a free vagina?"

Without thinking, Jack took the glass from Tony and handed it to Cher. "You're so lucky one of us knows how to drink. He'll take an epinyo." The bartender looked at Collie, confused, and Jack smirked. He doubted they'd have the required ingredients anyway. "Two liquid steaks and two boilermakers." Throwing an arm over Cheryl's shoulders, he leaned over to sniff at the tragic drink he'd pawned over to her and rose with a grimace. "At least you've got someone around to turn you into a real man."

[Cheryl Harrison]

Cheryl leaned up against a free piece of wall, sipping at her soda while watching people come and go. Yeah, she was glad she decided to show up. Watching drunk agents was definitely worth missing a few hours of studying. Oh hey, was that the man of the hour? Cher looked on, curious, as he made his way over to the bar. Looked like he had an entourage, too. Two of them she recognized as agents; the others seemed to be outside guests. Hmm, maybe her excuse of being a designated driver would end up being legitimate. No way he was fitting all of the non-SHIELD guests in his room for the night. Fury wouldn’t be happy with her borrowing one of the jets, but he’d be even less happy with any security breaches caused by drunk guests.

Much to Cheryl’s surprise, Stark actually turned to look her way for a minute. And…was he actually talking to her? This was a day for history to remember. It seemed he was getting her name wrong, but she didn’t really care much. “Close enough,” she said, but he was already talking again. Oh hey, she was Carol now. That was a little closer. He should really be careful; someone might start to think that he actually cared about anyone other than himself. Cher grinned, more at the thought than his compliment. “Thanks sir,” she replied quickly, pretty sure that he’d already been distracted by something else and wouldn’t even notice that she was talking to him.

Like Collie, for instance. Cheryl brightened visibly as he game over, giving a small wave as he approached. Yeah, she was glad she’d remembered to leave her phone in her quarters. Didn’t need a repeat of the Christmas party. Wait, was Collie telling Stark that…? Oh no. He was. A second later Collie was shoving the drink in question at her, and Cheryl automatically accepted it before realizing that it was a terrible idea. She looked between Collie and Stark, utterly baffled. What was she supposed to do with it now? Not like she was drinking it. Even if she thought alcohol wasn’t a terrible idea, it still looked like clown piss. Definitely not something edible. Also Stark had already taken a sip from it, and she didn’t want his diseases. “You, uh, want this back?” she asked Tony, holding out the drink towards him.

Collie wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Cheryl leaned into him slightly. If anyone asked, it was because she was worried about him falling over. Really.

[Tony Stark]

The tank Christine had remained relatively quiet, choosing only short and simple words to respond to Tony and his comments. Geez, learn to take a compliment at least. 'Thanks' might have worked but it was so little. This was Tony Stark, and he was talking to you, at least respond with more than two words. Well, her loss. Oh hey, another girl. That made six, right? And this one looked legal age. "Yeah the Tank program's probably one of the best things out there to be honest. Keeping mutant powers on a limited basis so they're not running around and blowing shit up, it's a grand idea!" And there he was, running his mouth, but most of the girls here seemed to be okay with it and were already drunk, or at least a little tipsy.

And here was some Agent come over to congratulate him, with commentary of the party having changed to here. Well, fair enough, Tony was the life of the party, but the man's next comment was not a party-goer line. What's more, what followed was an action that was not to be done, ever. This Agent had taken his drink and given it to the girl. Well, international waters, but this was abut to cause an international incident. "H-Hey!" he said, blinking at the girl and then asking "You gonna drink that Daria?" But before she could respond it seemed that the man had opted to order some drinks. The bartender mixed them, but then tried to hand it to them each. Tony, as subtle as ever, Squinted his face in disgust and muttered "I don't like things handed to me," before looking back to the man, now with an arm draped around the tank. "I am who I am and I don't need to prove myself to be a real man. Plus, it's called savoring the flavor. Enjoy the finer things in life."

[Nick Fury]

Nick Fury was looking over some paperwork and deciding whether or not to show up at the party. On one hand it would take his mind off of work, on the other it would likely end once he showed his face. With the thought mulling through his head, he decided to at least make sure that nothing was broken...yet. Fury went down to the lower decks of the ship. He had made sure that the ship was on the water. Just in case Stark decided to do something stupid at least they could launch the life boats. Fury still couldn't believe that he agreed to Tony having his party here. Nick had made sure that Stark didn't have access to any of his suits while drunk and Fury himself was the only one who could authorize clearance for Stark to have his suit back.

Nick Fury reached the party easily enough it was well marked out so no one could get lost on the huge Helicarrier. As he stepped inside he saw a lot of people there and did a quick loop of the party trying not to be seen by anyone. As he approached the bar, he quickly noticed Agent Collie, Tony Stark and Cheryl. Fury wasn't pleased that Cheryl was here but he couldn't stop her either. With a polite smile on his face Fury approached the three and said "Mr. Stark I hop you're having a wonderful time at your party here, though I'm sorry I didn't get you a present, I can at least allow you to make pirate jokes for one week." Fury hoped that his present should help clear the air with Stark. He just wasn't in the mood at that particular time to deal with jokes. He turned to Cheryl and said "Is that drink yours?" Though he noticed Agent Collins, he had nothing to say.

[Agent Collie]

Why was she trying to give the glass back to Tony? His first instinct was to smack it out of her hand to get rid of it. This wasn't pass the parcel. Collie frowned at the drink in question, though it was mostly from what Tony was saying about the Tank program and Collie was trying to bite back a retort. Collie looked back up at Tony, eyebrow raised and a slight smirk playing across his face. "Yes?" He was curious to see if Tony would actually say anything. He was older, and this was his party, but if he wasn't drunk enough to laugh about an offhanded comment, then he wasn't drunk enough to be at his own party.

It was Cheryl. The words didn't formulate into spoken dialogue, but Collie was staring the words into Tony's brain as he turned to the bartender. Collie looked in the same direction and happily reached for the steak shot, throwing it back and leaving the glass upturned on one of the bar mats as he shook the sting away and tried to hold back a lung busting laugh when Tony told him he didn't like being handed things. "Yeah, just leave it on the bar. You're a vegan, right? I'm sorry, I should have been more culturally sensitive." Not that he would have.

"Jesus Tony, lighten up a little." Finer things? Collie actually looks surprised. He was certain that Tony was only somewhere in his thirties. You didn't need to enjoy finer things until you were at least 50... or at a vineyard. Collie turned in to Cher and whispered "I usually savor the flavor of a vagina on someone that isn't myself." He laughed as quietly as he could at his own joke while he stood up.

When Fury joined the group, Collie sobered up a little and noticed that he didn't say anything to him. He wouldn't either. When the conversation turned to Cher and the drink she was holding, Collie interjected before she could, "No Sir, this was Princess Tony's drink. I saved him from fruity liquor."

[Cheryl Harrison]

Amazingly enough, Stark wasn’t leaving to go do someone else, and instead continued to talk to her about the Tank program. With the worst possible topic. Was he really…? Okay, so maybe his wording wasn’t ideal, but she did agree with the sentiment. He was probably just drunk, and hadn’t intended it to be a backhanded compliment. “Yeah, I’m a big fan of not blowing shit up,” she replied, trying to keep her voice casual. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was working. Cher could see Collie ready to argue, and she sent him a warning glance with a small shake of her head. Although it was sweet of him to get upset on her behalf, she didn’t need that argument to get started. She didn’t mind, no one else had noticed the faux pas, and they had far more trivial stuff to banter over.

The drinks that Collie had ordered appeared a second later, and Cheryl looked them over dubiously. Two looked like normal beers, but the shots were a dark, murky brown. They definitely didn’t look like something edible, and she couldn’t say she blamed Stark for declining them. She could, however, blame him for not taking his clown piss back. Great, now she had to figure out what to do with it. Collie decided to knock back one of the terrifying shots, and she winced on his behalf. “What is that?” she asked, curious. Picking up the empty shot glass, she sniffed it and quickly set it down again. Yeah, she was pretty sure she preferred Stark’s taste in drinks.

Collie leaned over to whisper to her, and Cheryl could smell whatever it was he just drank on his breath. Gross. His commentary, however, was completely worth the smell. She descended into a giggling fit, collapsing into Collie’s side for support. Oh god. Stark’s vagina. The mental images were awful. Had he heard that? Okay. Breathe. No more thinking about Stark in anatomically improbable situations. Cheryl managed to compose herself after a few seconds, although she was still grinning. Poor, poor Stark. Being ridiculed at his own party. She glanced back over to the man, and ended up giggling again. It was almost a pity none of his lady-friends had heard the comment.

Cheryl had just managed to stop giggling when the Director decided to make an appearance. Fury, partying? Today truly was a day of miracles. What was next, Reese showing up in sweatpants? After talking to Stark for a few seconds, the Director turned his attention to Cher, and she suddenly realized that she was still holding Stark’s drink. Whoops. Thankfully Collie decided to answer, and Cheryl grinned again. Princess Tony. Wait, maybe she could outdo him. With her very best innocent expression, Cher offered the clown piss to Fury. “I was going to just get rid of it, but I thought it might be more to your liking, Sir,” she added, eyes wide and guileless. It was a move that pretty much no one else on the Helicarrier could have gotten away with. Sometimes there were benefits to being Fury’s pet.

[Tony Stark]

This Agent before him, he was a unique individual. A type personality, like himself, but a bit more brash too. He chose to get wasted quickly and then go from there, where as Tony chose to take his time getting drunk so he could stay drunk longer before passing out. Not that passing out was much of an issue for him anymore. He still could only just barely hold himself to Thor, and Wolverine still had them beat, but Wolverine also played with cheat codes. Tony had wonderfully trained his alcoholic nature, and he also had a blackbelt in sarcasm.

"Hah-ah, Vegan, good one," he said, faking a small laugh in retort. His next comment was hushed, causing Tony to turn his head slightly and glance at the Agent and Mary before shrugging and taking a chance to glance at his entourae. The SHIELD girls were apparently chased off. How sad, must have been chased away by the fellow agent. A few others had left as well. What the hell, he was going for a record. Now only two remained, one on each arm, who were either too drunk to care or just didn't care at all. He made a dour face and shook his head.

At that though, Fury had decided to show up, and it seemed he was in a better mood. Still his gruff self, but what could you do. Oh, what's this? He was wishing Tony a good time and allowing him to make jokes for a week? How fast could he abuse this? Well, Cheryl was offering his former drink to Fury as his, and Tony couldn't pass up the chance. "It's good, but might not have enough rum for your liking cap'n. Though I like to believe that eyepatch is really a secret map to all your Rum stashes, eh matey?"

[Nick Fury]

Fury looked at Collie and gave a quick smile at his statement about "princess Tony". It was actually pretty funny but Fury would laugh at anything Collins said right now. When Cheryl offered him the drink Fury took it from her with a polite smile and said "Are you sure you don't want to have a taste?" Before he was about to taste the drink Tony butted in with not one, but two pirate jokes in one sentence. Fury was going to regret his present to Stark, but he could at least live with his decision. Besides he might be able to joke back, not something he did very often. This was going to be a fun night after all.

Nick didn't ask Tony for permission he just took a small sip from the drink and remarked "This is a fruitcake drink, barkeep I need some grog to wash this down, NOW, or I shall send thee to Davy Jones' Locker." Fury then cast a quick glance at Tony and laughed neither hard nor soft, just a short pleasant laugh. Fury said to stark in his best pirate accent "Mr. Stark my eye-patch is more than just a simple map to my stores of rum. It also leads me to great booty." "The likes of which you will never know." Fury then turned and actually spoke to Collins "I'm glad you saved him from this monstrosity. You can now have one less week of paper work, though you are still suspended from active duties."

[Agent Collie]

Oh, his little Cher was interested in liquors now was she? "Rum and Worcestershire sauce." Not a favourite, but it did the job and was pretty nice despite the bite. After his prior comment, Collie looked proud when Cher started giggling and he had to stand on his own as Cher leaned further into him to keep herself upright. As soon as she'd righted herself, he contemplated leaning back over and musing about how he'd probably look like a Ken doll, but that was just entirely rude and he kept it kept it to himself. Besides, if he used it now, it would be less effective when he used it on someone he actually hated.

At least Tony had managed a laugh, however forced, when Collie called him a vegan. To Collie, that just meant that he was starting to cheer up to his own party. While Collie wasn't drunk, he did have a good portion of liquor in him that had already relaxed the brain-mouth sieve he, sometimes, had. He could probably keep it in check as long as Fury was around though. Oh, hey, speaking of, Fury flashed him a quick smile at his comment. Which part of it, Collie didn't care for, but it was a start. And then he took the drink and Collie had to fight to keep in a chuckle. A short cackle did escape when Tony laid out a few pirate-inspired jokes and Collie turned it into a quick cough, picking up one of the boilermakers in turn.

Wait, what? Fury was asking Cheryl if she wanted liquor? Well, international waters and all. Half of his mouthful of beer was rejected back into the stein as Collie tried not to choke while he laughed. Fruitcake drink. "Feel free to take whatever Tony rejects. He doesn't like whiskey or rum. Or beer." Oh no, Fury was now making pirate jokes himself. What were the chances that he'd yell pirate-y things when captaining the ship for the next week. Collie dipped into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped through until he found a $10 note and put it in Cher's pocket. "I say Fury wins this one." He'd probably win just for the amount of times he called people to the bridge.

What Fury said next totally took Jack off his guard. One less week of paperwork? That meant he only had one week left! He could (almost) handle the suspension from active duty, but not having to do paperwork was pretty damn close to the whole thing being done with. Without thinking, he reached out for Fury to hug him but quickly realize the error in that. For a moment, he was unsure about what to do with his hand and brushed down the front of his shirt. "Thank you Captain." Although, if this was how nice Fury was with a taste of alcohol in him, Collie wondered what getting him wasted would do.

[Cheryl Harrison]

Collie described the suspicious-looking shot to Cheryl, and she gave him a horrified look. Why would anyone ever drink that? Much less willingly, at a bar with a thousand other drink choices? “You monster,” she remarked, watching as he picked up one of the beer steins. Cheryl had a distinct feeling that she’d be carrying him back to his quarters tonight. Would it be cruel to wake him up early tomorrow morning for a sparring session? Probably. Tempting, though. Wait! She could bring him painkillers and breakfast, and then drag him to the gym. That was a much better plan.

Much as Cher expected, Fury was perfectly willing to accept the drink if she was the one giving it to him. She was not, however, expecting him to offer it back. Cheryl gave him a surprised look at the Director, but quickly shook her head. “Nah, I’m good,” she replied, privately wondering about the offer. It was nice to know that he trusted her that much, even if she still had no real desire to see how she handled liquor. To emphasize her point, she took another swig of her soda. At least no one had tried to spike it yet. As far as she was aware. Grinning up at Collie as he placed a bet on the director, she let him shove the bill into her pocket. “I dunno. I think you’re underestimating Stark’s power.”

Wait wait wait. Fury was cutting some of Collie’s punishment off, too? Cheryl gave the Director a perplexed look, head tilted and eyes narrowed. Cracking pirate jokes, drinking clown piss, and being genuinely nice? Collie hadn’t noticed—or didn’t care—but Stark seemed to think it was odd, too. Who was this imposter and what did he do with Fury? If it was the alcohol talking, then Cher was never trying the stuff. It was scary.

A flash of color in the background caught Cheryl’s attention, and she grinned widely as she saw who it was. Reese. Oh man, if Stark couldn’t figure out her name, what were the odds he knew what Reese kept in her pants? This would be hilarious if it worked. “’Scuse me,” she said to the group, before bouncing off into the crowd. With a little shoving and a lot of dodging, she managed to make her way over to the other Tank. “Reese! I have an evil plan. Want to play along?” she asked, not waiting for a reply before grabbing Reese’s hand and beginning to lead her back to the group. Stark needed another fangirl. Obviously.

[Reese Navarro]

Reese had been staying near the sides of the rooms for most of the party. He normally didn’t mind partying it up, especially at wild parties like these but he was being cautious tonight. He had spotted Director Fury mingling among some of the members and had given his drink to someone else. He didn’t need to be caught drinking. Especially since he wasn’t sure if the rules still applied on international waters.

Plus, he didn’t want to risk getting roofied. He wouldn’t put it past some of the people here. This was definitely one of the wilder parties Reese had gone to. He wasn’t regretting the choice at all, despite being one of the youngest in the room. He liked the attention that he was receiving.

Reese laughed inwardly as someone he didn’t know gave him an appreciative glance. He knew his short skirt was a good choice. It was short enough to show enough leg but long enough to successfully hide his lower parts. They would never know.

Reese had actually started enjoying the sidelines when he was approached by Cheryl. It was the first time he had seen the girl all night. Immediately her words grabbed his attention. Evil plan? He was definitely in.

“What’s the plan?” he asked before inhaling sharply as Cheryl grabbed his hand. A girl was grabbing his hand. A GIRL was grabbing his hand. A GIRL, with boobs and all the right parts. He wasn’t interested in the other Tank but that still didn’t change the fact that she was a girl and she was holding his hand.

A blush creeped across Reese’s face and he tripped and stumbled as she dragged him across the room and through the crowd. He blushed even harder at the whistles the sight of them holding hands received from some of the drunker party-goers.

[Tony Stark]

Okay, the drink jokes were getting to Tony now. He was here to have fun, and fun involved either destroying things with his lasers, or women. Seeing as the last few... wait, no, the last woman as it seemed the others were now scared off, was underage by most regards? Well that meant Tony would need to remedy this soon. The DJ had changed up tunes, and it felt like a good time to maybe begin dancing, but even if he wanted to change things up, Tony still had to be the classy individual he was and deny these people more time in a nice fashion, if dripping with sarcasm.

This Shaniqua girl had decidedly not liked the idea of the Liquid steak, and Tony couldn't say he didn't agree. Yes, Tony was an alcoholic and yes, he did drink to get drunk, but he still at least tried to enjoy the drinks. Flavor and savoring it was what mattered, not just kicking it back and drinking stuff that made one's breath smell worse than a cat's asshole. Still, he did at least admire the Agent for knocking it back. Maybe someday soon he could have fun with him in a time not involving this much alcohol. Oh, right, Fury. Well, normally Stark might have a wonderful array of reactions to Fury, but at his words, well, it all was summed up by an epic BSOD. He stood there, staring at the man and unable to believe the wisecracks. "whelp." he muttered, turning just in time to see Cheryl bringing a friend... one who looked more in legal ages. "Well hello there."