What the hell? Tony could practically feel him enter the room, turning even as he patted the nametag down onto his chest and narrowing his eyes like he was suspicious of the whole performance. This couldn't be Cap, it was Red Skull in a very, very good Cap suit. He was 'undercover', looking for a lead here. He was...you know, Tony could just ask him. "Hey, handsome. You're wearing that? What's a place like you doing in a guy like this? It's an open bar. I'm kidding. This is actually an AA meeting and you're kind of infringing. Still kidding. Is this an ego thing?" It all happened very quickly, while Tony took him by the arm to lead him away from the crowd before some cougar could sink her teeth into him, crowding him into the narrow cove that would lead down toward the washrooms, nudging a heavy side table set into an enclave in the wall topped with an ambitious, chokingly sweet bouquet with his hip for the shadowed privacy.