For someone who hacked into the Pentagon on a dare, this was like spider-sense, only tech based. Tony wandered by and abruptly veered in Ned's direction, sitting down next to him and taking a long drink of coffee. From head to toe, Tony mastered the artful mess. Hair perfectly spiked up with just enough product. He wore a rumpled vintage concert tee - Van Halen's 1984 - jeans, and a pair of Tom Ford sneakers that had clearly seen better days, considering how many scuffs and molten metal burn spots marred the leather.
"Hey, kid. What's up?" he asked, before taking another long drink of coffee. Coffee was a much more adult option, compared to trying to cope by indulging in the hair of the dog that bit him last night.