The Universe's Mixer

Tony was restless. He didn't really know much about the City still, he'd been pouring over everything Jarvis had given him but it seemed like a lot of the aspects of this world were created and changed without any reason or predictability. It was definitely frustrating to a man who speant his life pushing boundries but ultimately operating with a set of established, inexcapeable rules.

At least there were decent places to eat, though. Tony was walking to one of those now, having got sick of the lab after another frustrating attempt to map out the City using it's government establishments as landmarks, but they were moving even as he was doing so. Tony had decided to let Jarvis work on that, and taken off, putting on one of his more casual suits before walking out of the door of Stark Tower, heading down to see what was local and tasty looking.

He wasn't a picky man, but he bypassed several cafes and diners. He wanted to be served and he wanted alcohol. Granted it would take a bit of looking at two in the afternoon, but Tony was nothing if not determined. And, more than anything, he just wanted out of the tower for a bit.