The difference didn't seem so stark to Tony, who was going to great lengths to be and convey a desirable energy of pure relaxation; he wasn't about to let this party feel any different and risk the gentle healing of a volatile alloy. Besides, his last Fourth party didn't have working electricity or cold beverages, this sugary drink he was sipping was a measured extravagance. He was lounging like royalty, taking advantage of that tiny pool with his pants rolled up to his knees and his toes steadily wrinkling in the water, eyes closed behind his shades and four shirt buttons popped for the kiss of the last sun.
"Evening, sugar plum," he greeted lazily when her shadow interrupted what looked like a happy catnap, winking one eye open while he rearranged the prioritization of the stream of information behind his eyelids. Raising his straw to his lips deliberately paced him, keeping everything easy and slow, "What, no one mix you a drink yet?"