Hal wasn't exactly seeking out a conversation so much as he was seeking out an empty seat, and the done thing in social situations was usually to engage whoever you wound up next to. (He usually preferred the kinds of parties where that whoever had at least even odds of being attractive, female, and legal, but you couldn't win them all.)

So he didn't look too hard when he sat down, drink in hand, and put his feet up on the glowing green ottoman that conveniently appeared in front of his chair.

"Reminds me of the Watchtower on Bring Your Sidekick to Work Day." There wasn't anything mean in his tone - he'd seen enough in his career to know that age didn't really have any bearing on making a good superhero.

But man, did this room make him feel old.