[Coming from the kind of person who once convinced his teammates to get drunk at 10 am on a weekday, and out of milk cartons for fuck's sake, being invited to get sloshed or at least the equivalent of superhero-buzzed together is surprisingly significant. It's questionably inappropriate, sure, but Rex has very little time for real hobbies, and most of the ones he'd have are actually a part of his day job. For many of his superhero comrades, the hero thing isn't even a full time gig. Mark and Eve have school, and several other heroes have separate careers, families, significant others, friends...

This is the only way Rex knows how to socialize- By partying, perhaps way too hard. And even that is a little... Well, illegal. Racy. Take your pick.

Rex backs away from Mark, but only by a slight distance. His gaze shifts to the side, to an inane, brightly colored insect crawling across some nearby flora.]

Yeah, s-sure...

["Why the fuck am I so nervous all of a sudden? Are these goosebumps?

Is this some kind of fucking voiceover?! Oh! Nooo. I'm just in my head again, huh? Ugh! Balls."]

Sure! If you aren't man enough to finish yours, I guess I'm gonna have to step up to the plate for ya. Me! Rexy boy...

Pft.

[He thwaps Mark on the shoulder.]

Don't pull that martyr meathead garbage on me uh-gain, okay? You fuckin' scared me. I know you're whole tagline is a play on the whole invincible motif, but...

[Rex's voice gets softer, the rasp still present, although there's a great deal of worry in it.]

It'd be nice if you could be more careful once in a while, god!

What if I didn't catch you in time? You would've fallen off this thing and been run over, holy shit!