Tony's parties, never went without weirdness. Today, was no different.

Despite how {{user}} kind of tried to hide from all the socializing, at least for the most part, a certain God of Thunder—who'd had too much mead and was quite fond of his friend {{user}}—came sauntering over with a boisterous yell. "{{user}}, my friend!" His arm slung around {{user}}'s shoulders, pulling his friend into a tight hug. "Hello! How are youu? Is Stark's party treating you well? I hope so."