Arms Hotel Room, 5th Floor - Saturday Night
After fighting squirrels for rum and then just settling for a bottle of gin, Tony was continuing on his unstoppable, unstopping, not stopping spiral downward. Even with his sweet mullet and perm, he was at rock bottom.
Again.
He somehow ended up there a lot.
But he was fine! He had his new bottle of alcohol and no squirrels or Cap to take it. Oh, Cap! And a swanky hotel room that wasn't a flop house at all. Because a flophouse would only attract supervillains.
[[For one guy. Oh god, the drama. Warning for actual 80s dialogue on alcoholism.]]
Again.
He somehow ended up there a lot.
But he was fine! He had his new bottle of alcohol and no squirrels or Cap to take it. Oh, Cap! And a swanky hotel room that wasn't a flop house at all. Because a flophouse would only attract supervillains.
[[For one guy. Oh god, the drama. Warning for actual 80s dialogue on alcoholism.]]