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This, he thinks, has to be a decent bachelorette party.

Maybe not for the average bride, maybe other people out there want strippers and sashes that read BRIDE-TO-BE and phallic decorations, but Peggy had made it very clear to John that she wanted none of that.

So he'd rented out a bar. An entire bar. The guest list isn't particularly extensive, they don't need the entire bar, but he'd seen no reason not to do it anyway. It means they have the entire place to themselves, they can control the music, and the bartender has only them to serve. And John has paid a flat fee for the bartender and the serving staff, plus given them a significant tip, so they're attending the party perfectly.

The bar is nice, with comfortable chairs and several pool tables, as well as a well stocked jukebox that he thinks has just about anything someone might think to play. Maybe not Dutch, she probably knows songs none of them have ever heard before, but there's probably plenty on the jukebox she'll still enjoy.

There are appetizers, lots of them, covering just about any option a person could want. The same goes for alcohol.

All in all, for someone not all that inclined toward attending parties, he thinks he's done a fairly good job capturing something Peggy will enjoy. And that's the point of tonight, giving her a party to celebrate her future and everything that's to come with people she enjoys spending time with.

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Coming up behind Wanda, Tony lifted a finger to tap her on the opposite shoulder, before leaning down to steal a conspicuous sip of her drink. He'd started with a martini and was now sticking with aviations, light on the maraschino. And whatever Wanda was drinking looked sweet and peachy and definitely intriguing.

"Oh, no. What is that? Very bachelorette party-worthy. I would absolutely get trashed on those at the wedding of someone I hated but was ... socially obligated to appear at. Actually just, bring that over here again."

"Rude," Wanda says before handing over the glass anyway. She's mostly drinking it to have something in her hand and Tony's right. It is, unfortunately, very much a party drink. The kind that would be dangerous if she were an ordinary human.

"The bartender called it a peach sour. I believe there's both whiskey and bourbon involved." He'll appreciate it more.

Tony takes the glass and switches it out for his aviation, sliding it into Wanda's hand.

"Whiskey and bourbon? A drink after my own heart." He sipped it in earnest, before nodding Wanda's attention toward Peggy.

"She got what she wanted. I'm unsurprised. I'm ... happier for her than I thought I could be about someone else's wedding. And I'm not half wasted yet, so it must be earnest."

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"Are you having human emotions?" Wanda teases. "I always thought that Vis got those from Thor." She doesn't like the idea, at least, of saying that he got them from Ultron. He'd been an impudent, arrogant child. So had she and Pietro. It isn't a good look.

The drink he hands her is purple and ostentatious and Wanda takes a careful sip. It's better than she expects, though it tastes faintly of perfume.

"I was a little afraid of her, the first time we met," she says, following Tony's gaze.