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.”
“Oh don’t worry sweetheart, after all the chlorophyll I consumed, I don’t think chugging a couple kegs could give me alcohol poisoning,” he replied, taking a stiff swig. “I’m kinda just, fed up with what the world has become, I guess.”
“Welcome to my world,” Summer replied dryly. “I think I’d trade you in a heartbeat. Not sure what the scotch is going to do for you in that regard.”