tagging both the twins, courting death
"Here's the question; does it have to be all three?" Whatever the answer, Tony was feeling pretty good about his chances. An argument could be (and had been, regularly, on every channel) made. He was surprisingly quick, outside of the suit, and at her side offering a glass of champagne, which might have been the safe guess but always made a good impression nonetheless, and a flawless smile before she had the chance to turn around and assess who was going to happen to her next. "May I?" he asked to sit even as he brought the chair around next to her.