“No, thank you. Drinking doesn’t do anything for me, and there’s nothing I’ll do drunk that I wouldn’t also do sober.” Summer glanced around, truly taking in the space for the first time. “So this is your particular space.”
Tony shrugged and took another sip. Suit yourself, he thought silently. “I’m not trying to get you to do anything, if that’s what you’re implying,” he nodded and followed her gaze, looking around the apartment. “This is my space.”
“You’ll forgive me if I’m not inclined to trust the word of Tony Stark, self-confessed playboy,” she shot back. “Not much for being closed in, hm?” There were windows all around, and not much by way of space division aside from furniture.