"No, mate. I don't." Tonks crinkled her nose. She shook her head a little bit. As for her drink, it was fluorescent shade of neon purple that sparkled. Her arm was on the counter. If she wasn't careful, she might knock something off.

"It's not what I do. Usually, I like to leave those kinds of pursuits to people smarter than I but this time, I wasn't given a choice. It's rubbish, if you ask me." Tony spoke to her and yes, that meant he did ask her.

"What about you?"