“You know, I may be lecherous and a bit of a playboy, but it’s not the only thing I think about. Food is a close second,” he retorted in mock defensiveness, giving a sassy scoff and laying a hand on his chest as if he were offended. Johnny thought about the suggestion, dropping his hand to his side. “I guess it just depends on where we’re flying. You can fly, right?” he asked, not remembering much about her.
“Oh yes. Possibly faster than you. Shall we try it?” Summer balanced a little flame on her fingertip, smiling. “Possibly we can investigate those other things you think about later.” She stepped toward the exit, checking over her shoulder to see if he would follow.
Johnny knew he talked to her for a reason. Without a moment’s hesitation he followed after, pondering her last words. God, that sounded tempting. Good thing Johnny wasn’t a stranger to temptation, let alone someone to fight against it. “Not to brag, but I’m 99.9% sure I’m faster,” he retorted cockily, a challenging grin on his face. “With those odds, my bet’s not on you proving me wrong.”
“You’ve never seen me fly flat out, though,” she pointed out. “I do SAR. There’s little reason for me to go as fast as I can. What’ll you bet, then, Johnny?” They popped out into the cold sunshine, and she tilted her head up to look at the sky.
“I’ll bet that threetwoonego!” he exclaimed bolting up into the sky, flames curling around his wrists and quickly licking up his arms and chest till they consumed his entire body. The fire flickered as it ate up his entire outer layer of clothing and radiated heat, the pure degree of it making the air around him shimmer. “COME ON, SLOWPOKE!” he called down, the transformation only taking near ten seconds.
His anticipation gave him away, and Summer laughed when he took off, only half a second behind him. She waited until they were both well up before she manifested her wings, answering his call. “Who’s a slowpoke?” A few curls of flame swirled around her laughing face. “Now be serious, Johnny. Make a real bet and stop cheating.”