Tony/Carol
Tony couldn't help but grin over Carol's greeting -- just as amused by the big-ass frozen drink that Vegas seemed so well known for as her general enthusiasm. He held his hands out to the sides, like he was showing off his look and smiled a little crookedly. "I was born in a suit," he said by way of explanation -- which was damn near true give or take a few days, but the point was he knew how to look like he belonged in one. And he'd sort of missed it. He'd always been fond of dressing sharply, even sometimes when he didn't have a reason to.
"You look like you're having a good time," he went on, raising his eyebrows in half question. "And --oh. Steve's around? Somewhere." Not that Tony would consider him a ball and chain but it was true they were pretty often together, particularly when it came to field trips. Still, once in a while they split up to do their own thing. Like right now. "Who're you hanging out with today? Alpha Peter? Miles? John the Chainsmoker?"