“Drinking I’ll grant you, but not flight.” Summer traded him smirk for smirk. “After all, your little battery is gone. As for sex … try me.”
“If I drink you under the table, I can’t destroy your standards. Besides, I could wire together a spare and still blow you away. But…I will accept your challenge.”
She had to laugh. “We’ll get back to the issue of flight later, I think. I wouldn’t even try to match you drink for drink, Mr Stark.” Summer sauntered over to him, putting a little extra sway in her step under the long circle skirt she wore. She looked up, enjoying the near-foot of height difference. “How would you like to begin?”