[He's glancing at Charles out of the corner of his eye, studying the man's expression, seeing just how pissed he really is at him. He remembers being picked up from the art room, remembers the text he'd sent Charles in response to being told his alcohol stashes were gone, that the rest of this ship was going to keep an eye out, keep him sober.
He knows he should apologize, knows he should focus on why he should apologize. But if Tony's good at anything, emotionally. It's repressing and forgetting. Tucking things into the corner and never ever looking back at them.
So instead, he tries for a grin, a smirk. Something to just... be an ass. To come across as normal, even if it means pissing Charles off even more.]
Scotch, martini, or hell, a shot of or twelve of tequila.
[Spam]
He knows he should apologize, knows he should focus on why he should apologize. But if Tony's good at anything, emotionally. It's repressing and forgetting. Tucking things into the corner and never ever looking back at them.
So instead, he tries for a grin, a smirk. Something to just... be an ass. To come across as normal, even if it means pissing Charles off even more.]
Scotch, martini, or hell, a shot of or twelve of tequila.