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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Decaf, but still.
"You ever think of going pro?" he asks, as he backs into their parking spot. Her food might not be picture-perfect, but that sort of thing comes with practice, right? So far, it's been good.
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"Yeah? You afraid of a little business competition?" He's grinning at her as he asks it.
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"I just don't think it would be fair, to the other person." Oswin retorts, summoning the elevator. "It's never nice to put someone out of business."
Of course, she demonstrates quite well that she isn't quite up for a pastry battle royale once she shows off her not-a-pastry of the day, but she does manage to make some pretty good coffee, and is quite proud that she doesn't freak out even a little bit for the rest of the night.
Baby steps. It's all about baby steps.
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