[ He glances over to the target - it serves well enough to hide his blinking to keep the individual in proper focus, because he really wasn't lying about hitting those other bars beforehand, and those three shots are hitting him a little harder than he was expecting as a result. But he swings back to look at her for a moment before sliding off the stool with balance that's born purely of experience. ] Easy. [ Never mind that he hasn't actually bartered a way to prove that the other person thinks he's sober. Or at least, not drunk. Whoops.
He wanders over and starts the conversation, which isn't all that difficult because, hey, he's Tony Stark, even if he is just about shit-faced, and actually that might make him more Tony Stark than normal, if anything, so there's always that. The person doesn't seem too off-put, marginally generous but not entirely unamused in the first place, and it's a reasonably short conversation before he wanders back, if nothing else then feeling triumphant, and with a phone number. ] Hah. Done.
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He wanders over and starts the conversation, which isn't all that difficult because, hey, he's Tony Stark, even if he is just about shit-faced, and actually that might make him more Tony Stark than normal, if anything, so there's always that. The person doesn't seem too off-put, marginally generous but not entirely unamused in the first place, and it's a reasonably short conversation before he wanders back, if nothing else then feeling triumphant, and with a phone number. ] Hah. Done.