Tony and Angel
Angel had been observing Tony for a little while now, and one could hardly blame her for keeping an eye on him as he made the rounds. After all not only was he their illustrious host, the widely admired Mr. Tony Stark, but he was also rather entertaining. She would have been greatly impressed if his sword could actually lift her skirt, though given how short it was it was hardly necessary to lift it. She wondered if he was thinking along the same lines as he approached her near the bar, she was quick to snatch up one of the drinks that had been arranged on the table and offered it to him with a smile. "Care for a drink, Mr. Stark?"