"You know it," Tony said, tipping his sunglasses up into his hair as he stepped inside, his smile broad and bright and a little much even for him, this time of morning. But he was coming off some pretty serious adrenaline, and had a suspicion - confirmed immediately upon entering the house - that he was probably going to be rowing against the current of Thor's ... lower energy. "You got any coffee? This shit'll knock your socks off. How you doing? You look - relaxed, man."
He looked like someone who hadn't so much as seen the sun since coming back from the city, was what he looked like - and judging by the state of the house, Tony was guessing entertaining wasn't a very high priority, either. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he was a little taken aback. No one, of course, was the same onstage as they were off, least of all victors. Naturally, the Thor of District Two wouldn't be as full of vim and patriotic vigor as was his Capitol counterpart. But the divide between Tony's private and public life wasn't quite this broad - he wasn't used to stepping behind the curtain and finding so much had been swept onto the other side.
Well. The man had had a rough week. He'd been out. Maybe he just hadn't had the cleaners come by in ... a while.
Tony side-stepped what looked like the neck of a bottle, showing no compunctions at all about showing himself to the area around the kitchen table. He and Thor weren't old pals, a situation probably not improved by the fact that Tony never wasted an opportunity to take a public dig at his brother, but he'd never gotten anywhere in life by being timid, and in his mind (rightly or wrongly) Thor wasn't the kind of man you won over with subtlety and delicate manners. He set his (intact) bottles on the table, and spread his hands in something halfway between presentation and apology. "I don't know how long I'm here for. I sort of - borrowed a truck from our friends down at the fort. But I figured I'd stop by, see how you're holding up, you know." Get a line on some local delicacies, assuming they hadn't all met their end on Thor's kitchen floor. "Looks like you've been busy."