seven + tony
Tony grinned at her as she parroted his name, enjoying the idea that she might one day be more accustomed to being informal with her friends. It was probably a long journey, but he didn't mind walking her through the steps.
Then he looked down at himself, and nodded. "Yup. I'm wearing a grass skirt. We should all be glad there's stuff on under it, means I haven't gotten TOO drunk yet."