It was time to blow off some steam. Unfortunately, Tony was having trouble getting into the nightclub at all, because he looked like a sixteen year old girl wearing a pink tutu with torn purple fishnets and neon green converse. The disco halter top was askew.
Of course, he didn't know that's what his clothes looked like, since he was wearing just a normal street clothes in nice shades of grey and black. It seemed like the more he tried to drab the color scheme, the more Loki's disguise magic translated to something fashionably tragic.
"You're not old enough to get in here," the bouncer was saying. "Unless you got I.D."
That wasn't happening.
A pissed off Tony made his way around the building, determined to get in there come hell or high water. Finally he spied an opening and dodged in, sneaking around until he was standing at the edge of the dance floor while people danced by.
Mission accomplished. Now if only he could get a drink. He took his phone out and texted Pepper.
> I snuck into the RetroClub on West 23rd for DJ Star Lord. > I look like something a Disney Channel TV show puked out. > I need a drink. I'm going to have to shoulder tap.