"What's not fun about proving yourself right?" Tony asked, playing the egotist, even though Peggy was too canny not to see right through him. It was habit. It was also at least partially in earnest. He liked playing himself almost as much as playing someone else.

He was also a few drinks in, but only enough to feel pliable and, for once, relaxed.

"But I don't mind the company, no. You look good under the drop lights, Peg. Throw a little hazy cigar smoke in and you'd be right out of some hardboiled detective flick. Maybe we'll rent you an old Lincoln Cosmo and tie some cans to it so I can take photos and add hilarious old timey filters to them. "