Tony had a glass in one hand, two cigars in his pocket (one for the groom and one for the Doctor flying him to this shindig), and a grin on his face. He had to admit, he was getting used to this place.
He had to wonder what Pepper would think if she saw this whole deal. The flying Phone Box (but HOW is it bigger on the inside?!), the various angels and demons wandering around...
She'd probably break out into hives.
Every day the ache was a little less, but he wondered if it would ever really go away. It wasn't honestly the love part; she was so much a part of his life for so long, it felt like a limb was missing.
Whatever. Tony was determined to have the best time he could, under the particularly ridiculous circumstances. He took a swig of scotch and leaned against the railing behind him. It'd be a hell of a trip.