Clint startled slightly feeling her touch along his shoulders, the memory of her nails raking over his skin very vividly present on his mind. Yes, something to drink was a really good idea now. Preferred cold, before the power and the fridge would go out.

"Careful. You're playing with fire enough as it is."

Smiling amusedly, he handed her a half full matchbook and forced himself to turn back to the counter, before he could get lost in the sight of her barely covered breasts.

Drinks. Surprise. Right.
Well, never needed to ask a guy twice for bringing up some good liquor.

The idea wasn't to get drunk so he kept the amount of tequila to pour into his cocktail shaker very small. He made sure to add enough of that special brand of orange juice he had bought in the morning, knowing it was Natasha's favorite. One or two more ingredients to reduce the taste of alcohol next to nothing, done. Save for a few well trained shaking movements with just one hand, while he went back to the living room, bringing two glasses.

"Well, no music, either, unfortunately. Unless you want to hear my stunning Axl Rose-imitation. Then you'll just have to wait for the fourth drink."