Tony had hardly turned away from Kate, hands up to keep her on that stage, she was doing a great job, she'd figure it all out, no need to worry, he'd come get her later, when Wicked was right there to meet him, stopping him short on the steps with a start then a dazzling grin. God, did he have fantastic taste. What a slim venn fraction meeting Wicked's tastes with this party, he deserved a medal. "Me?" he replied incredulously, his smile dropping dramatically as he looked back over his shoulder at the stage and Radiohead getting back to their set. "What about these kids? I think they're really going somewhere." He skipped down the last step to wrap an arm around Wicked's shoulders and greet her with a kiss that lingered long enough for him to try to either peek into that gift bag or down the long plunge of her neckline, either one was a treat, then warned, "Besides, you'd have to fist fight Pepper. Let's go find her, let's make that happen. You're not a hair puller, are you?"