"Watch it, kid," Tony says, but there's little actual bite to it. He's still trying to read the crowd, figure out where the hell he is. Tony holds his drink gingerly, his own reflexes honed over years at bars trying to minimize jostling. Hey, it's helped him refine servos to an art.

He glances again at the kid, trying not to seem too interested but definitely wanting to get a read on things. "You don't look like you belong here. You even old enough to drink?"