Tony suddenly pushed back. His body seemed to be punishing him for even thinking of saying something smart in the way his stomach lurched. If it were less urgent, he’d have requested more ginger ale to settle it.

“Pete.” He replied in a very controlled manner. “I have a follow up. But first, I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for much of an answer, he was pushing off through the double doors. Of everything his suit had, space to vomit didn’t factor in.