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?”