Yes, he was and no, it wasn't, but Tony's response was to pluck his hat from where it hung on the arm of his chair and pull it on with an air of reserved dignity. Someone had to be in charge of this ship, he was taking one for the team. And playing chess. The idea of Kurt getting sloppy was funny enough to break the illusion, though, making Tony snort a laugh and slouch back into his seat, head back in his hand; he'd never seen the scamp drunk. Hopefully security had caught the highlights, for purely non-blackmail related reasons.
"And what did you say?" Tony prompted, knowing and accepting that Pietro was at least staying as long as it took him to make this full report of his friends' antics, though couldn't tell if it was out of misguided pity for Tony's missing out or his only excuse for hanging around. Either way, it wouldn't last and Tony wouldn't have to smile and lounge carelessly and ignore Reed for too long.