"Do you know why they call it a 'Chinese' finger trap? Rumor has it--" Because the futility of pulling or pushing has already been demonstrated, his free hand is all over the bronze body of the the toy, looking for a catch and not resuming his train of thought until every nook and cranny has been poked, prodded, squeezed, and caressed "--It’s fine. It’s fine, really, I’ve got this. Anyway, back in ye olde Imperial days, the emperor used them on his mandarins before they could sit on the council. Final exam."
Though this has ruffled his feathers a bit, things could be worse. Finger-cuffed (and, let’s be honest - drunk to a degree that most ordinary human beings wouldn’t be bothered where they stuck their finger) to a stranger he may be, but she’s no Nancy Grace. She is, in fact, almost offensively cute.
His eyes meet hers for half a second when he finally gives the puzzle a rest, then he swings his chin at the passing bartender.
"One more of these." Tony reaches around his awkwardly immobilized arm to give his empty glass a nudge. Then another glance at the girl. "What are you drinking?"
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Though this has ruffled his feathers a bit, things could be worse. Finger-cuffed (and, let’s be honest - drunk to a degree that most ordinary human beings wouldn’t be bothered where they stuck their finger) to a stranger he may be, but she’s no Nancy Grace. She is, in fact, almost offensively cute.
His eyes meet hers for half a second when he finally gives the puzzle a rest, then he swings his chin at the passing bartender.
"One more of these." Tony reaches around his awkwardly immobilized arm to give his empty glass a nudge. Then another glance at the girl. "What are you drinking?"