Through her protests, Tony only laughed, meandering along the shore, letting the water rush over his feet. He swung the empty bottle at his side, like this was a normal way to take a casual stroll. Pepper obviously hadn't learned a lesson about that warning tone, though, because there she went again, enticing him. "What?" he interjected before she could come up with her punishment. She got her wish, though, and was splashed with cold water as Tony dropped to his knees to set her down in the wet sand. The hand he plunged into the mud for balance as he flipped her off of his shoulder was dropped, a wet mess, onto her leg innocently and he sat back on his heels, grinning boyishly. "What were you going to do?" he prompted, devilishly triumphant. The champagne bottle was planted into the sand to stand up as the water lapped around it with some finality as Tony declared himself the obvious winner.