Not at his very best with compliments, as usual, Clint just smiled and hurried to get outside before his cheeks could show a far more embarrassing color.
On an evening that was supposed to be lady's night, of course he was gentleman enough to open the car door for Natasha, still with that small admiring smile on his lips when he watched her get out. Some evenings it could still completely undo him, how breathtaking she was, so much more than every other woman, with the simplest means like a nice dress and her hair hair falling down on her shoulders. Dry from the air by now, it was curlier than usual. He couldn't resist nuzzle his face against it for just a second when he closed the car door.
But he had promised her to not delay their way to the restaurant, so he didn't try to go for another hug or kiss. He just took her hand to lead her down the street, into the direction of that certain restaurant. He, knowing where he had to look, could spot it already in the distance, though very small, all white and neat at the very beginning of that rocky arm that was Naxos.
But on the little way they had to go there, there was still all kind of nice things to find and recognize.
"I might have been drinking in all of these at last once", he admitted with a rueful grin when the passed the third pub, crammed between the run-down living houses. No big change here, maybe a bigger TV for football matches and one or two ice cream flavors for the tourists more. But these always stayed the same, a late night hangout for lonely guys like him who just needed to get wasted.
The places on the beach side were much nicer, this was where the families used to party. There were slot machines, kid playgrounds and table tennis wherever you looked. Down by the beach itself, quiet music from one of the other party could be heard.
"Some guy used to challenge me in table tennis for a couple of beer everytime I came ashore", he remembered when he spotted a young couple doing just that, very passionately trying to win the upper hand in the game. "When he finally found out he didn't stand a chance, we changed the match to tabletop soccer, and my fate was sealed. Can't beat an Italian in soccer, let me tell you."
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Date: 2014-08-18 03:58 pm (UTC)From:Not at his very best with compliments, as usual, Clint just smiled and hurried to get outside before his cheeks could show a far more embarrassing color.
On an evening that was supposed to be lady's night, of course he was gentleman enough to open the car door for Natasha, still with that small admiring smile on his lips when he watched her get out. Some evenings it could still completely undo him, how breathtaking she was, so much more than every other woman, with the simplest means like a nice dress and her hair hair falling down on her shoulders. Dry from the air by now, it was curlier than usual. He couldn't resist nuzzle his face against it for just a second when he closed the car door.
But he had promised her to not delay their way to the restaurant, so he didn't try to go for another hug or kiss. He just took her hand to lead her down the street, into the direction of that certain restaurant. He, knowing where he had to look, could spot it already in the distance, though very small, all white and neat at the very beginning of that rocky arm that was Naxos.
But on the little way they had to go there, there was still all kind of nice things to find and recognize.
"I might have been drinking in all of these at last once", he admitted with a rueful grin when the passed the third pub, crammed between the run-down living houses. No big change here, maybe a bigger TV for football matches and one or two ice cream flavors for the tourists more. But these always stayed the same, a late night hangout for lonely guys like him who just needed to get wasted.
The places on the beach side were much nicer, this was where the families used to party. There were slot machines, kid playgrounds and table tennis wherever you looked. Down by the beach itself, quiet music from one of the other party could be heard.
"Some guy used to challenge me in table tennis for a couple of beer everytime I came ashore", he remembered when he spotted a young couple doing just that, very passionately trying to win the upper hand in the game. "When he finally found out he didn't stand a chance, we changed the match to tabletop soccer, and my fate was sealed. Can't beat an Italian in soccer, let me tell you."