Tony had ended up finally falling asleep after what felt like hours. Usually on nights like this where sleep was just outside of his grasp, the inventor would just go to his workshop and tinker on something until he could hardly keep his eyes open. Then, and only then, would he crawl back into bed to sleep away most of the morning, that is if Pepper didn't have him booked for something that day. Occasionally he would just fall asleep hunched over one of his work tables, giving him a serious crick in his neck when he woke up.<br/><br/>When the billionaire woke up, he was seriously disoriented. It took him a few minutes, and a few attempts at sitting up without needing to stop for the spinning room, before he remembered everything that had happened. The party, the booze, the storm. Standing and stretching, Tony made his way to the large windows to pull open the heavy curtain. He briefly wondered if Bruce would be interested in having an AI system like JARVIS installed to do little things like this, as well as telling him the storm was still raging on without him having to get up and out of bed. Letting the thick material fall back into place, Tony made his way back to the large bed and dropped down onto it with a groan. He was pretty sure they were not going anywhere any time soon yet, and he was fully content with sleeping the rest of the morning? Afternoon? Whatever it was, away. Seriously, how did people live here?<br/><br/>Tony had just closed his eyes, one arm thrown over his eyes when he heard a soft knock at the door.<br/><br/>"Go away." Tony grumbled, rolling over to press his face into one of the many pillows as he heard the door open.<br/><br/>"Mister Stark, sir. I have come to inform you that breakfast will be served in about an hour should you like to join Master Wayne. Miss Potts has already descended and has asked that I ensure you are awake." Bruce's butler...Alfred? Yeah, that sounded right, spoke before once more closing the door with an audible click. Tony allowed for a few seconds to tick by before he sighed and rolled back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Finding his shoes and discarded jacket, the billionaire straightened his shirt, wishing he had thought ahead to bring a change of clothes or something, and left the room.<br/><br/>He managed to find his way back downstairs to where they had been the night previous, and found himself being led by Pepper towards the smaller dining room. She was talking about something, but Tony's brain was not ready for conversation just yet. When they were both sitting, supposedly waiting on Bruce to arrive, Tony stopped Pepper with one hand.<br/><br/>"Hold on, coffee first." The inventor said, pouring himself a mug of the dark liquid, his go to morning beverage which usually turned into him downing a whole pot before doing much of anything.