Holy fuck I think I’ll just drown myself in a vat of scotch. Yeah, that sounds perfect right now.
I really don’t think you want to do that, Mr Stark.
“Nah, I really think I do. Things might not be as… stupid? I guess?” He poured himself a tumbler of it, staring absently at the red head.
“Start with a glass or two,” she suggested, dropping into lotus position at his feet. “And explain to me why you’re trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning.”