A Tony Stark party was one way to get acquainted (and reacquainted) with people. Betty seemed to have arrived at its fullest, a decision she came close to regretting as she pushed through a sea of partiers, hi, excuse me, ow, watch where you point that thing, bud, and wandered into another room packed to the ceiling. She shook her head to a proffered cocktail, only to reconsider just when the server disappeared into the crowd. Well, it wasn’t like there wasn’t a bar right there. Betty evaluated the uneven lines of people practically stacked along the counter, dancing and waiting, before ambling up a staircase, she’d catch the next server. Maybe before then, she’d have convinced herself that this was a good idea on her own. Bruce seemed to think it was - he invited her.
The patio was more tolerable, she thought, as she texted Bruce, letting him know she was here. Just then, a server came by with a tray of drinks, and Betty took one, smiling before settling at a table next to a tall woman with an intensely green gaze who seemed to recognize her. “Jessica, hi. I’m Betty.” The two talked a while before someone asked to steal her new acquaintance away from her; Betty returned the woman's parting salute then, after a few more minutes at the table, wandered off again.