ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He can't even begin to prevent the responding grin that spreads across his face like wildfire. Both at the avocados comment and the pet name. Tony tips his glass to her and drinks down a good amount of his drink before moving to sit on the floor and ripping open the cellophane on the cards like a kid at Christmas. "I forgot, is it seven or ten?" He's shuffling expertly like a veteran dealer at the casino a second later despite the question, dishing out their cards on the table in front of him.