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[hasthehighground]

Clint's putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth when he enters the bar; he stops for a brief moment before shrugging and putting the cigarette back in its box, tucking it away in his blazer. Unlike last time, he's dressed like an office worker just off work, loosened tie included. If you don't notice the concealed holster and his shined black combat boots, and people usually don't.

He grabs a beer from the bar, and leans back to watch the crowd.

[OOC: Aaaand I am asleep! Slowtimes all around? ♥. No new threads, please.]

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[hasthehighground]

"Excuse me," Clint says, raising his eyebrows. "You have to practice and prepare to zombie right."

Mostly by being Clint Barton. He's a pro.

[redintheledger]

She's doing the gaze-y thing she does, all big green eyes and inviting stillness.

Tell your secrets, Clint Barton.

(She's just going to eat some delicious food while she sits there like an adorable black hole.)

[hasthehighground]

Clint leans back in his seat, returning the look. After nearly a minute, he smirks.

"If you think I'm going to share my trade secrets in public, baby doll," he says, "I'm going to disappoint you."

This lemonade is actually really good.

[redintheledger]

Oh, he's being stubborn today.

"Name your opening price."

[hasthehighground]

Clint considers this. "A day at Sea World."

[redintheledger]

"That's cheating."

[hasthehighground]

"Cheating's a bad thing, now?"

He pushes the shrimp and lemon off the skewer and onto his plate, squeezing one of the lemon slices over the shrimp. He snags a handful of the sweet potato fries as well.

[redintheledger]

He's not the only one to snag some of the fries.

Sharing is caring, Barton.

(Alternatively: if property is communal, you can steal what you want. Whichever works)

"It was a masterful stroke, taking full advantage of prior intel."

[hasthehighground]

"Aw," he says, once he's swallowed. "I love you too, Dee."