The suit kept his smirk from showing, but he nodded. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he responded cheekily.
He glanced over, then nodded shortly. "That will do," he said. He had never in his life been against dives, or even just generally not-great bars. If it served alcohol and didn't swamp him with too many admirers, he was happy. "I'll get us a table."
He turned and blasted off down the street, entering the bar heavily and taking a booth for them towards the back, where more privacy was to be had. He ordered a couple fancy drinks, then took off his helmet and gloves manually before having Jarvis let go of the breast and back plates. Improvements he'd been working on for just such an occasion. They popped off and he stored them in the inside of the booth, then leaned against the table, waiting for tonight's date to show.