An hour into the proceedings, Valkyrie was familiarly tipsy and able to let loose(r), which meant dancing across the apartment with an empty bottle in hand, which she unceremoniously filled up with the party punch that someone had undoubtedly spiked with Tony's own concoction. Someone might die. Someone human that was, but Valkyrie couldn't really focus on those thoughts while the lovely taste of pineapple permeated her taste buds.
A bearded man who looked familiar but whom Val hadn't yet spoken to was standing by the bathroom door looking huffy. "Hey what's wrong with you?"