Tony listened with half an ear as his roommate droned on about the night he had spent with his girlfriend, not really giving a fuck. Was he happy that his friend was happy? Sure. Did he want to hear about the kinky sex they had? Fuck no. Picking his head up when the land line rang, he got up from the couch, telling Tiberius to shut the fuck up, and moved over to the crimson phone.
“You’ve reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark,” he began, looking at his fingernails. “Speak your name and business.”
“What?” Summer laughed. “Tony? It’s Summer.” She laid sideways on her bed, earpiece over one ear, looking out at the grey, overcast day hundreds of miles south of Tony. “I thought maybe if you weren’t busy we could talk.”