Clint Barton (
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milliways_bar2013-02-23 10:30 pm
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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.]
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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"I'm not exactly famous. I take it you're not so lucky?"
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"I'll think of something."
Maybe if the news doesn't smooth it over well enough, Did some monsters stomp on Harlem in 2011 will work.
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Figuring things out is kind of his job.
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He takes a sip of his drink and pulls out the journal he was reading to provide Clint with space as he seems to be a man who's not someone who does small talk.
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