Tony took the glass, all but beaming at Pepper. He had managed his way out of the boring conversation by finally pointedly ignoring the woman who was going on and on about something his father did twenty years ago or whatever. He got it. Dad was a saint. Move on people.
But Pepper, she understood his needs. Boring people required booze. Man, what a woman.
"Oh yeah? Join the club," Tony said. In some ways, he supposed being an isolated only child had warped him. But in other ways, he had made it to his forties without killing anyone and that seemed really unlikely if he had grown up with siblings to deal with.
"What was it? Cat fight? You know every guy pretty much pictures that every time you guys go to the bathroom."