Nico/Tony/Chase
Chase was trying not to freak out. He was trying, to the best of his ability, to keep his shit together and not turn this into a bigger problem than it already was. If he reacted the way he wanted to react, he’d probably end up spending his night in a jail cell.
He was pissed and worried and confused, yes, but if he just kept his fistigons to himself and refrained from blasting somebody—anybody he could get his hands on—into the nearest wall, then, somehow, he and Nico would be as close to okay as they were going to get in a situation like this one.
At first, Chase hadn’t wanted to go to any party, let alone one being thrown by some guy named Thor. He’d wanted to sulk in their condo and daydream about punching someone in the face and then being sent right back where he and Nico had come from for it. He’d wanted to be lazy, lay down on the couch and bask in his misery for a while longer.
But the more he thought about it… Holy shit, he wasn’t a teenage girl on her period. He shouldn’t be acting like a baby. A bitchy, furious baby with energy blasting gauntlets. He was the eldest. He should be taking charge. He should be doing something to make this easier for the both of them.
Going to a party wasn’t going to help them find their way home, but if they were lucky, it would ease their nerves just a little bit.
They hadn’t been here long and Chase was already glowering less, cursing less, and generally being less of an ass.
“If this stuff sucks, I swear to god, I’m gonna kill myself right here.”
Chase had been spoiled by good alcohol. So what? His parents were rich and evil. The least thing they could do was buy the most expensive booze for him to steal.
Holding out a drink for Nico to take, balancing a plate of food and a cup of his own in the other hand, Chase turned his attention to the guy chatting her up.
“If you’re trying to pick her up, you’re out of luck, bro.”