Tony was itching to get out of the tower a bit, just to get some fresh air. So he had grabbed a few drinks and one of his nicer cars and gone about terrorizing the streets, using Jarvis' tracking systems to keep just ahead of the red lights.
Though, apparently not all of them were working properly. As he came around one corner he nearly winged some moron who hadn't been looking as he cross the road, and in the over correction Tony's car spun out and came to a halt in the middle of the road, effectively dousing the occupant within with a martini. Tony stopped, shocked. He hadn't crashed a car in at least eighteen months.
He looked behind him at the idiot blonde and then shoved open the door, getting out and looking down at his now ruined shirt. "What the hell is the matter with you? Don't you look before you walk into the middle of the road?" It was rare for him to really lose his temper, but almost crashing one of his favorite cars and spilling his drink were a surefire way.