Bruce doesn't bother to hide his frown at Gabr--Rebecca's very minor injury. It's his party, so blood at all minor or not is probably the opposite of good. Right? Right. He watches Tony sweep her away with a slightly owlish look on his face, as if whatever mental process was running in response to 'omg injury' has crashed with the sudden derailment. He recovers a heartbeat later, gives Stark a wry smile and "Right."
The auto-accepted bottle of vodka is given its own spot on the sofa (wedged between cushions for lack of a cap). Bruce, standing, begins to move broken glass to the central impact area with his foot, a mission that is interrupted by the woman who isn't Rebecca (but who is also missing her footwear) all but sashaying over to him to see what he's up to. "Wait, don't--"
Honestly, she's probably happier slung over his shoulder, if her shriek of laughter is any indication.
While Tony is nailing one of the Malibus in the bathroom - presumably anyway, he could also be doing lines or composing her a sonnet, what does Bruce know - Wayne is wrangling a young woman eager to let him know she isn't wearing panties, a completely hammered Vicki Vale, shattered glass, and the longsuffering judgmental look of that security guy who'd been hovering outside the door. Once the mess is cleared away ("I can take care of it, Mr. Wayne--" "Please, I'd rather give you a hand than have one of the girls fall on it.") he ends up sitting with his back against the bath tub, the two relative strangers in it amiable enough company. They're nearer to sober than the others at least, and are just here to spend his money. That's fine. He gets pizza out of it.
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The auto-accepted bottle of vodka is given its own spot on the sofa (wedged between cushions for lack of a cap). Bruce, standing, begins to move broken glass to the central impact area with his foot, a mission that is interrupted by the woman who isn't Rebecca (but who is also missing her footwear) all but sashaying over to him to see what he's up to. "Wait, don't--"
Honestly, she's probably happier slung over his shoulder, if her shriek of laughter is any indication.
While Tony is nailing one of the Malibus in the bathroom - presumably anyway, he could also be doing lines or composing her a sonnet, what does Bruce know - Wayne is wrangling a young woman eager to let him know she isn't wearing panties, a completely hammered Vicki Vale, shattered glass, and the longsuffering judgmental look of that security guy who'd been hovering outside the door. Once the mess is cleared away ("I can take care of it, Mr. Wayne--" "Please, I'd rather give you a hand than have one of the girls fall on it.") he ends up sitting with his back against the bath tub, the two relative strangers in it amiable enough company. They're nearer to sober than the others at least, and are just here to spend his money. That's fine. He gets pizza out of it.