Tony always preferred to drive himself to various galas, when it was at all reasonable; it gave him a chance to play with his cars, work their engines and figure out improvements.
The times he got a chance to had become fewer over the years; he still went to various galas and causes, but he wasn't near as concerned with hard partying or the social whirl. Going out just didn't have the same importance these days when he had the armor to work on and his weapons to find.
It at least could be a little shiny and easy, and weirdly, he actually knew all these people. At least the ones that he could recognize under the fashions. He grabbed a glass of champagne as he wandered through the party, exchanging words and compliments were warranted. Just a nice easy bit of socialization.