iamthefirechild replied to your post: *peers*
She raises her eyebrows. “Am I interrupting something?”
Tony rubbed his bruised cheek wearily and shrugged before taking another sip from the tumbler of scotch in his hand. “I wouldn’t say interrupting. I’m not doing much of anything.”
Summer looked him over. “Dare I ask who worked you over?”
“Nobody you need to worry about.” He shrugged, and tugged his collar a little higher to try and hide the finger bruises. “I’m handling it. In my own way.”
“Okay, sure. You want some company while you drink the pain away?”
“Eh. Feel free, I guess. I can’t promise to be good company, though.”
“You need to talk?” It didn’t take her long to pour coke and amaretto together and add ice. “Or be distracted?”
“Well, talking about it isn’t high on my to-do list. I told one person, and that’s all I intend to tell. It’s nobody else’s business what happened.” He took another swallow of his scotch. “But if you want to try and distract me, go right on ahead.”
“Easy. I just offered, I won’t press. If you change your mind, then you an find me. In the meantime … how do you feel about cats?” Summer’s own glass was as much something to occupy her hands as to drink from; she ran a finger around the rim of it, regarding Tony with narrowed green eyes.