[ ✨ ] @hammerwrought
Raucousness was a given—not that that Zain was being judgmental since he knew what he was signing up for the moment he jumped into this ship called Stark’s birthday bash for Captain America. If anything, it was a welcome sight to see like-minded heroes just finally have their fun—and he’d dare admit to himself that at the very least the eye candy was pleasant. Fine. Maybe that, he’d be a little judgmental: billionaire and playboy, maybe that was Tony Stark’s real gift for the Living Legend. Though while the cheers and the merry making wasn’t about him—not yet—Zain just kept to the sidelines as he nursed at his own drink. It was probably Clark Kent finally coming out of hiding—or Hal’s stunts --------- and not the successful ones.
Though for him to turn towards where the noise was the loudest, some sputter of amusement sparked at his lips in guilt and defeat both that he could only smile against the tip of the bottle and had his form heave for a sigh. “--------- don’t judge me,” his eyes narrowed at the unmistakable brawn that was coming up to him and the light beer that he had on his blood-red hand.