Tony laughs again, shaking his head. “No marriage. Got it. I think I can manage that, just don’t be surprised if a tabloid says otherwise in the morning.”

He knows how these things go, after all. Klaus probably knows, too, if he pays attention to the articles he’s tied to from time to time.

Tony follows him to the corner of the bar, and unbuttons the jacket of his suit as he sits down. The bartender immediately notices them (or him, whatever) and lets Klaus order his drink before he asks for a refill of his.

Turning to Klaus as he speaks, he smiles with a quiet ‘ah’ before nodding. “You caught me at a good time, actually. I was already trying to think of an exit strategy.” Not that it would have been hard; he’s headed to Vegas tomorrow for an awards ceremony, before he leaves for Afghanistan the next day. His itinerary is always busy, filled to the gills with things to do and, when it isn’t, he spends whatever extra time he gets in the lab. These are just distractions in the grand scheme of things.

But, man, what pretty distractions they are sometimes.

“Is this your last party or do you still have a few more rounds to make?”