of late-night calls and second chances (слэш)

“Heyyy.” Tony greeted, drawn-out and a little giggly. “Din’t think you’d be pickin’ up. Din’t think I’d get your number right, actually.” He slouched in his chair, chin propped up in his hand, and listened to the silence on the other end of the line. “’s ‘cause I’m a genius,” he added. “Numbers are nice. Helluva lot easier than people, too.”
There was another moment of silence from Loki. Then: “How many drinks have you had, Anthony?”
Tony hummed contemplatively while he considered the question, eyeing the near-empty bourbon in front of him. After a few seconds, he answered with absolute certainty: “All of 'em.”