“That’s the point. You’ve known me for a few hours. You don’t know shit about me so why act like you do?” Tony growled not looking at her. “The last dude with red hair I was with ended up killing my gold fish and stealing my car,” he said in a mocking voice. “So why not just assume every red head is a murderer of adorable fish and plans to commit grand theft auto?”
“On one experience, your point is valid. But twice, thrice, a dozen times? If every redhead you meet kills your fish and steals your car, are you not safer assuming every one you meet will do the same?” Her voice was sad. “Change my mind. We’ve this bet. Change my mind, Tony.”
Tony turned and looked at her. “If you kill my fish I swear I will drop kick you so hard.” He rolled his eyes. “You’d better be prepared to lose this shit.”
“If I kill your fish, I’ll deserve it.” Summer threw her head back against the armrest. “Unless you’ve, hmm, persuasions to apply, though, right now I really ought to do some of my reading. I won’t mind your continuing company, but I’m not like to be very attentive. The Inferno’s a bit complex.” She tipped her head up to look Tony in the eyes. “Benefit of the doubt, yes?”
“Just because I don’t freak out every time you said something I didn’t like doesn’t mean that shit didn’t hurt me.” Tony rolled his eyes. “’I know your kind. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet’,” he said imitating her voice. “I’m not a god damn type. I’ve worked for most of what I have. Yeah I was lucky enough to have a rich daddy but he hates me and I hate him so that’s kind of irrelevant. I kicked ass in high school to get enough scholarships to get myself into college and I work my ass off now to keep myself there. Learn more about people before you go around reading them.”
“You say that like I have a choice, with you all but shouting your emotions at me.” She pressed a hand to her temple. Very quietly, she added, “For as much as you harp on being irresistible, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been prey for the pretty people all my life, and the ones who know they’re attractive are the worst.” She blinked, and a tear escaped.
Tony rolled his eyes again refusing to give into tears. “I’m confident in my looks; that’s not a crime. I’m an entirely separate person from anyone else you’ve ever met. You need to calm down with the generalizations.”
Summer drew a deep breath, swiping at the tears. “How much data do I have to have before I can base assumptions on it? Yes, you’re not those people, but in a few hours how am I supposed to know that?”
“That’s the point. You’ve known me for a few hours. You don’t know shit about me so why act like you do?” Tony growled not looking at her. “The last dude with red hair I was with ended up killing my gold fish and stealing my car,” he said in a mocking voice. “So why not just assume every red head is a murderer of adorable fish and plans to commit grand theft auto?”
“On one experience, your point is valid. But twice, thrice, a dozen times? If every redhead you meet kills your fish and steals your car, are you not safer assuming every one you meet will do the same?” Her voice was sad. “Change my mind. We’ve this bet. Change my mind, Tony.”
“Just because I don’t freak out every time you said something I didn’t like doesn’t mean that shit didn’t hurt me.” Tony rolled his eyes. “’I know your kind. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet’,” he said imitating her voice. “I’m not a god damn type. I’ve worked for most of what I have. Yeah I was lucky enough to have a rich daddy but he hates me and I hate him so that’s kind of irrelevant. I kicked ass in high school to get enough scholarships to get myself into college and I work my ass off now to keep myself there. Learn more about people before you go around reading them.”
“You say that like I have a choice, with you all but shouting your emotions at me.” She pressed a hand to her temple. Very quietly, she added, “For as much as you harp on being irresistible, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been prey for the pretty people all my life, and the ones who know they’re attractive are the worst.” She blinked, and a tear escaped.
Tony rolled his eyes again refusing to give into tears. “I’m confident in my looks; that’s not a crime. I’m an entirely separate person from anyone else you’ve ever met. You need to calm down with the generalizations.”
Summer drew a deep breath, swiping at the tears. “How much data do I have to have before I can base assumptions on it? Yes, you’re not those people, but in a few hours how am I supposed to know that?”
“Shouldn’t be too hard. I think Summer’s got the hots for Stark.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Not that I can blame you,” he laughed sipping his coffee.
“I told you already, you won’t know if that’s the case. See, pretty boy,” she leaned forward, eyes intent, “I know your kind. Arrogant, good-looking, and smug with it. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet. You don’t know what it’s like to struggle for … ” she flailed a hand, looking for a word, “just friends. The number of times a guy like you tried to butter me up, just so he could make me look like a fool for his friends, or to cheat off my work … it’s stupid. So maybe I do ‘have the hots’ for you.” She blinked, mouth compressing around the things she wanted to say, then sat back. “You’re going to have to work for this one.”
“You really need to work on being able to tell when someone is joking,” Tony said wide eyed after listening to Summer’s monologue. “Sometimes people like saying things without being attacked by a lecture.”
“And if you aren’t told that your ‘joke’ has hurt someone, how are you supposed to change?” She looked away, trying to hide the rising tears. “I knew you were joking. I always know. I can’t help but know. But it’s — that’s not a joke to me, okay?”
“Just because I don’t freak out every time you said something I didn’t like doesn’t mean that shit didn’t hurt me.” Tony rolled his eyes. “’I know your kind. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet’,” he said imitating her voice. “I’m not a god damn type. I’ve worked for most of what I have. Yeah I was lucky enough to have a rich daddy but he hates me and I hate him so that’s kind of irrelevant. I kicked ass in high school to get enough scholarships to get myself into college and I work my ass off now to keep myself there. Learn more about people before you go around reading them.”
“You say that like I have a choice, with you all but shouting your emotions at me.” She pressed a hand to her temple. Very quietly, she added, “For as much as you harp on being irresistible, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been prey for the pretty people all my life, and the ones who know they’re attractive are the worst.” She blinked, and a tear escaped.
“Shouldn’t be too hard. I think Summer’s got the hots for Stark.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Not that I can blame you,” he laughed sipping his coffee.
“I told you already, you won’t know if that’s the case. See, pretty boy,” she leaned forward, eyes intent, “I know your kind. Arrogant, good-looking, and smug with it. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet. You don’t know what it’s like to struggle for … ” she flailed a hand, looking for a word, “just friends. The number of times a guy like you tried to butter me up, just so he could make me look like a fool for his friends, or to cheat off my work … it’s stupid. So maybe I do ‘have the hots’ for you.” She blinked, mouth compressing around the things she wanted to say, then sat back. “You’re going to have to work for this one.”
“You really need to work on being able to tell when someone is joking,” Tony said wide eyed after listening to Summer’s monologue. “Sometimes people like saying things without being attacked by a lecture.”
“And if you aren’t told that your ‘joke’ has hurt someone, how are you supposed to change?” She looked away, trying to hide the rising tears. “I knew you were joking. I always know. I can’t help but know. But it’s — that’s not a joke to me, okay?”
“God and you accused me of flirting,” Tony laughed. “You got yourself a deal Miss Summer.” He smirked. “Hope you’re ready to clean my apartment.”
She spluttered into her drink. “I suck at flirting. /If/ you win, I’ll be ready to do anything you say, Mr Irresistible. But false comments will get you nowhere.”
“Mr Irresistible.” Tony smiled rubbing his chin. “I like that. If I win you have to call me that for the entire month. “And I’ll tell you a secret. I am the king of flirtation. And I know quality flirting when I see it. And that was some five star flirting.”
Summer turned nearly the same colour as her hair, subsiding behind her cup. “Shut up, geekboy,” she mumbled. “First you have to win.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard. I think Summer’s got the hots for Stark.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Not that I can blame you,” he laughed sipping his coffee.
“I told you already, you won’t know if that’s the case. See, pretty boy,” she leaned forward, eyes intent, “I know your kind. Arrogant, good-looking, and smug with it. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet. You don’t know what it’s like to struggle for … ” she flailed a hand, looking for a word, “just friends. The number of times a guy like you tried to butter me up, just so he could make me look like a fool for his friends, or to cheat off my work … it’s stupid. So maybe I do ‘have the hots’ for you.” She blinked, mouth compressing around the things she wanted to say, then sat back. “You’re going to have to work for this one.”
“God and you accused me of flirting,” Tony laughed. “You got yourself a deal Miss Summer.” He smirked. “Hope you’re ready to clean my apartment.”
She spluttered into her drink. “I suck at flirting. /If/ you win, I’ll be ready to do anything you say, Mr Irresistible. But false comments will get you nowhere.”
“Mr Irresistible.” Tony smiled rubbing his chin. “I like that. If I win you have to call me that for the entire month. “And I’ll tell you a secret. I am the king of flirtation. And I know quality flirting when I see it. And that was some five star flirting.”
Summer turned nearly the same colour as her hair, subsiding behind her cup. “Shut up, geekboy,” she mumbled. “First you have to win.”
“Well since I’m so shitty at coming up with something why don’t you have a go.” Tony rolled his eyes getting a little annoyed. “I mean if you’re just gunna sit here and shoot down every idea you may as well be pitching some yourself.”
Summer’s eyes grew thoughtful, then crafty. “If you win, I’ll be your personal, obedient servant for a month. Coffee, cupcakes, whatever you want. If I win,” a smile uncurled on her mouth, a little cruel, “you have to go out with me twice.”
“A whole month?” Tony laughed. “Are you just trying to punish yourself?” He rubbed his hands together considering the terms of the bet. “It sounds like you want me to go out with you so I’m fairly certain I’ve already won.”
“With incentive like that, I won’t lose,” she shot back. “And you’ll have to do more than simply exist to break my will.” She drank deeply from her chocolate, then looked up at him through her eyelashes. “After all, if you never see me again, I’ve won.”
“God and you accused me of flirting,” Tony laughed. “You got yourself a deal Miss Summer.” He smirked. “Hope you’re ready to clean my apartment.”
She spluttered into her drink. “I suck at flirting. /If/ you wish, I’ll be ready to do anything you say, Mr Irresistible. But false comments will get you nowhere.”
“Fine if I win you have to buy me coffee everyday for a month and if you win I’ll do the same.” Tony stuck out his hand with a grin. “Deal?”
She shook her head at him. “Don’t drink coffee, and so far you aren’t even making me want to win. Or lose. Bet something worth caring about or don’t take up the challenge. You can’t win anyway, I’m immune to you.”
“Well since I’m so shitty at coming up with something why don’t you have a go.” Tony rolled his eyes getting a little annoyed. “I mean if you’re just gunna sit here and shoot down every idea you may as well be pitching some yourself.”
Summer’s eyes grew thoughtful, then crafty. “If you win, I’ll be your personal, obedient servant for a month. Coffee, cupcakes, whatever you want. If I win,” a smile uncurled on her mouth, a little cruel, “you have to go out with me twice.”
“A whole month?” Tony laughed. “Are you just trying to punish yourself?” He rubbed his hands together considering the terms of the bet. “It sounds like you want me to go out with you so I’m fairly certain I’ve already won.”
“With incentive like that, I won’t lose,” she shot back. “And you’ll have to do more than simply exist to break my will.” She drank deeply from her chocolate, then looked up at him through her eyelashes. “After all, if you never see me again, I’ve won.”
“Fine if I win you have to buy me coffee everyday for a month and if you win I’ll do the same.” Tony stuck out his hand with a grin. “Deal?”
She shook her head at him. “Don’t drink coffee, and so far you aren’t even making me want to win. Or lose. Bet something worth caring about or don’t take up the challenge. You can’t win anyway, I’m immune to you.”
“Well since I’m so shitty at coming up with something why don’t you have a go.” Tony rolled his eyes getting a little annoyed. “I mean if you’re just gunna sit here and shoot down every idea you may as well be pitching some yourself.”
Summer’s eyes grew thoughtful, then crafty. “If you win, I’ll be your personal, obedient servant for a month. Coffee, cupcakes, whatever you want. If I win,” a smile uncurled on her mouth, a little cruel, “you have to go out with me twice.”