Of course, food was the last thing on Tony's mind. It would only start to be a concern if they ran out of lime wedges; then he would have someone fired. The lime guy. Fully appreciative of its continued stock, Tony chewed on his wedge as he meandered through the crowd, letting himself be buffeted in any direction a pat on the back propelled him, which made him seem remarkably functionally upright. If he stopped moving, someone might capture him into a conversation about possible mergers or his questionable recent sales, ie lack of them.
"Hey--" He stopped. This was safe. Happy would always pull him out of the fire. Anyway, wasn't this party supposed to be for him? The lime, sucked clean to the rind, was dropped back into Tony's glass, leaving him licking his lips and rubbing his fingers together before he slapped a hand against Happy's chest and held it there. "Where's the missus? I mean ex, I mean not yet, I mean-- you never told me, are you sure you want to do this? I know you knocked her up, but you had a good thing going, maybe you shouldn't mess with it." He may have had to start at a shout to be heard over the music, but slowly Tony had leaned in until he was hanging off of Happy's shoulder, and it probably wasn't so necessary to yell in Happy's ear.