Tony & Darcy
Oh shit. Tony coughed on an hors d'oeuvre - some sort of Pear and Blue Cheese Crostini thingie that only caterers can create. The whole way to the dance floor he was looking around for adult supervision, which came in the form of Pepper Potts. He didn't see her through the crowd and so he stared at Darcy the same way a deer would if caught in the glare of oncoming headlights.
"Hey. Hi. Dance? Sure. Let's dance." He was grateful they stopped until they were face to face, and then he looked (and felt) awkward. "We should ask for something faster. More dancey, less fancy? Louder maybe?"
He doubted that was going to happen. Still worth a shot.