Bourbon on the Rocks
Lex heard the faint but distinct clink of ice against glass and he frowned. “You’re drunk.”
A breathy chuckle sounded from the other line, and the business mogul heard Superman swallow whatever was in the glass. “I am.”
“You can’t get drunk.” After two years of constant observation -- what some would call stalking -- Lex had been sure that getting drunk was impossible for the invulnerable alien.
“Given the right ingredients, I can.”