Carol Danvers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cpt_marvel) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
She would accept that answer for now. Taking a drink from her mug, she leaned on the bar a little and looked out over the patrons, considering what she might tell him. She hadn't exactly shown off since she'd gotten here. No reason. Flying around a little here, pulling up a few trees there, that was easy enough. But she would have to admit she was itching for a scrap. Sparring was Carol's favorite method of clearing her head. She just hadn't found anyone willing, yet. Maybe Steve, but he was busy with his gym.
"He seems like a good guy, and I like to think I'd get along with anyone who's not trying to kill me. Or pissing me off."
She noticed Tony was getting a bit of a glaze in his eye and she was starting to think about cutting him off. She was feeling it herself, which meant that he must have been pretty hammered by now (even a heavy drinker might struggle with consuming half a bottle of scotch in such a short period of time).
Then again, maybe not. "Here's to him showing up, then." She raised her cup in a toast then finished off the contents in one swig before refilling it again. "You might wanna slow down, Stark. Otherwise, someone's going to be carrying you home if you're not careful."