The last of their guests are finally headed home, and Steve on his way to bed, and Tony couldn't feel more relieved. It's late, sure, and he's had a little too much to drink, naturally, but it's actually incredibly nice not to have to talk to anyone else but Pepper for the night. He knows he'd brought it on himself, but being that social and polite (by his standards) for that long was absolutely exhausting, even for him.

Tony grabs her hand and allows her to pull him back upstairs to their room, stifling a yawn behind his free hand. "Alright, scale from O.J. to Gotti. How in trouble am I?"