“Not a thing besides being my normal painfully charming self.” he smirked. “And what will you be doing to try to prevent me from winning?”
“Let me see … if you take /my/ hand, then you lose. Yes?” She scraped her fingernails down, curling her fingers inward. “I’ve no skill at flirting, but if you fall for me …” She couldn’t finish, breaking into laughter.
Tony scoffed. “The only thing I lose is my keys after a night of drinking,” he laughed. “And I’m a black belt in the art of flirting so I hate to tell you this kid but you’re kinda fucked,” he smirked. “I might as well have already won.”
“And what do you expect to get from winning?” she drawled. “I’ve never been fucked in my life.” Her eyes flicked away, and she added, sotto voce, “literally or figuratively.”
“Well now you’re just being dirty.” Tony laughed. “And if I win you’re gunna bake three dozen cupcakes and draw my face with icing on each one.” He smirked.
Both eyebrows shot up. “That’ll be a neat trick, considering I live oncampus with no kitchen available. Ask for something actually possible, honestly, or there’s just no point. I mean, if you want cupcakes that badly, I’ll just buy them for you. I think I can afford to give you a cupcake a week.” Summer sighed. “Anyway I’m not being dirty, I’m being honest.” She shrugged. “You seem to think your charm is going to make me want you. A natural course of events. And I’ll tell you right now, if that happens, you won’t know it. And the reverse is never going to happen because people like you aren’t interested in people like me.”