"I want to get kicked out of here. Can I get kicked out?" He looked up at Pepper with what he would term 'imploring puppy eyes', not to be confused with 'normal puppy eyes' or 'romantic puppy eyes'.
Or Blue Steel or Magnum, for that matter.
"Hey, Boy Scout. Grab me a plate, would you?" He could walk, but it was crowded and Tony wasn't sure if he could get up if he fell, to be honest. Not that he'd admit it.