"I know you can..." He smirked, nudging her softly. Yes she could drink him under the table, then again that's what you get trying to drink with a Russian. Clint was sure they had vodka flowing through their veins anyway.
No her hand hadn't helped, just left a trail of heat where she'd rubbed and jesus no, this wasn't going to work because he already wanted to pull her into his lap and show her how much he'd missed her. Play dumb, it was easier.
"I've learnt a lot since you were gone.." He picked at his naked slice and sighed, dumping it into the box. His stomach was hurting and it had nothing to do with the pizza or how hungry he was. He grabbed for the discarded vodka bottle and drank back a good measure, and yes he did wince after that one.
He was ignoring that emotional rollercoaster. The fight wasn't worth talking about because it was about times gone by, all of it was. That awkward air was settling again and Clint wasn't sure what to say to make it better. He wasn't sure if he could make it better by saying something, so he reached for another slice of pizza, carefully making sure he didn't lose the toppings from this one, unless she was about to throw another curveball at his face.
He switched between the slice and the bottle balanced between his legs, finally screwing the cap back on after his throat was burning and his head a little on the fuzzy side. Not enough food to be downing straight gulps of vodka like a fish.
"I know what you meant.." He said softly, finally. "And.. I don't expect anything back so it's cool.."
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Date: 2013-02-11 01:13 am (UTC)From:No her hand hadn't helped, just left a trail of heat where she'd rubbed and jesus no, this wasn't going to work because he already wanted to pull her into his lap and show her how much he'd missed her. Play dumb, it was easier.
"I've learnt a lot since you were gone.." He picked at his naked slice and sighed, dumping it into the box. His stomach was hurting and it had nothing to do with the pizza or how hungry he was. He grabbed for the discarded vodka bottle and drank back a good measure, and yes he did wince after that one.
He was ignoring that emotional rollercoaster. The fight wasn't worth talking about because it was about times gone by, all of it was. That awkward air was settling again and Clint wasn't sure what to say to make it better. He wasn't sure if he could make it better by saying something, so he reached for another slice of pizza, carefully making sure he didn't lose the toppings from this one, unless she was about to throw another curveball at his face.
He switched between the slice and the bottle balanced between his legs, finally screwing the cap back on after his throat was burning and his head a little on the fuzzy side. Not enough food to be downing straight gulps of vodka like a fish.
"I know what you meant.." He said softly, finally. "And.. I don't expect anything back so it's cool.."