Charlatan had managed to talk his way into this party. He always had a gift for selling himself higher than he was. This party would be a great place for money. All these people with it, ripe for the plucking. Tony Stark throws a party, well, everyone dresses to the nines with precious things to impress the others.

He leaned on his cane and eyed the room. Well, time to start some confusion. Charlatan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an ashtray. He casually flicked it toward the floor. It hit with a soft clunk and managed to skid a bit away from Charlatan.

Once the ashtray stopped, it started hissing out thick, black smoke.