His date swept away just steps through the door, Tony was left to drift, whatever grounding he hoped to gain by at least having an assassin at his side gone to nothing. Happy was nearby, he went about his life as if his entourage were invisible regularly enough, he just needed to settle in. His hands tucked in his pockets, lips pursed, he was just idly eying the selection the bartender was mixing when he heard his name and jumped, defensive, totally not defensive, "H-- I wa--," defensive.
This happened far too often. The hand that had lept from his pocket to point a thumb towards the bar to dismiss it slowly drew tighter against Tony's chest, curling into a fist while he weighed his options. His panic was evident, even as his eyebrows shot up appreciatively-- she was stunning; petite; perfect, silky curls; deep, brown eyes. Almost enough to make Tony regret his lifestyle, consider slowing down, trying out monogamy for a couple weeks for once, so that he at least might clearly remember a moment that must have been so sweet. Almost. Problem was, he couldn't place this one at all, and he was left shaping sounds with his lips that he had no hint to commit to, clearly waiting for some help from the wings.