“We won’t be going to any strip clubs, will we?” Jessica slipped an arm around Tony’s and smirked, delivering a playful glance to both him and Wanda. She really didn’t want a repeat of her birthday celebration, though she took a minimal amount of solace in knowing that if anything were to happen, they could probably get out of explaining their shame to anyone by making that What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas vow. Maybe. At the very least, if they ended up in jail, she’d walk out with a stunning mug shot. She was looking pretty fine in this dress if she did say so herself.
Idly centering her necklace, she chuckled softly at the thought. She'd have to call Nick eventually and hope that her being whisked away to Sin City for the weekend wouldn’t impose any conflict. He seemed on edge a lot more than usual lately, which was mostly why she was thinking about this at all, and not telling him might turn out to be terribly problematic. But let’s be honest here--throw Tony Stark into the equation and anything was problematic. In any case, it was nice to get away from New York for a bit, and with Wanda nonetheless. She was outnumbered by her male teammates on a regular basis--time with Wanda would be a breath of fresh air, thank you, Tiger. She looked her friend over and smiled. "Dashing," she said with a wink.