It had not taken Tony long to revert to old habits. Not that he had ever really forfeited his night owl tendencies after taking up fatherhood. But midnight glasses of water or juice pops were now things of the past, and as usual, Tony needed something to fill the void. Tonight it was scotch. Fortunately for Tony, the proprietors of the Dragon's Breath had quickly catered to the Muggle tastes of their new clientele, and he was poured a glass of a familiar single malt instead of something with a centaur on the bottle.
Tony had noticed Claire before he had even approached the bar. She was hard to miss. But he did not acknowledge her until after he had been seen to by the magical bartender. Scotch in hand, he finally turned toward her. "Love the Corey Hart look." He sipped his drink, staring down at her through his own tinted frames.