Tony/Carol
Carol was on a roll! Literally. The poker tournament had gone better than she could have dreamed, and she and Peter had been living it up for a few hours now. And with a few drinks. So many drinks. She'd lost Peter somewhere along the way in the casino- she thought it was this casino, but it could have been another casino? And she'd been looking for him when she spotted a very well dressed mayor at the foot of the steps.
"Hey! Looking good, Mayor!" Carol might have surprised him from behind, a large frozen drink in her hand and a shit-eating grin on her face. She wasn't as drunk as the dance party (yet), but she might have been getting there. "This us...suits you." No pun intended.
Though she was surprised he was alone, and her eyes scanned the area looking for Steve or someone else. Tony wasn't really the loner-type, at least not out and about. Or so she thought.