"Yeah, If you'd have had a bear when you were younger I'm sure you'd have gave him a name. That's what people do, name things." Clint vaguely remembered a scruffy looking bear from his childhood. He couldn't exactly remember what he'd called it, or even where it was now, so they were somewhat in the same boat.
He waited for her to finish even if he was jiggling the pizza box on his knees at a rapid pace. When she'd finally returned he grinned at her, eyebrows both raising at the vodka bottle. "Who needs glasses?" She certainly didn't as he watched her take a swig before it was pushed into his hands.
Her idea of Vodka was like drinking paint stripper. Really, but whatever, he'd take whatever he could get. Taking a mouthful and trying not to cringe at the burn in the back of his mouth and throat, aiming to dull it with the taste of pizza which is why he set the vodka bottle on the night stand and reached for a slice.
"So tell me, if this leading up to the best homecoming ever? Pizza, clean sheets, a mini hawk and vodka?"
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Date: 2013-02-10 08:36 pm (UTC)From:He waited for her to finish even if he was jiggling the pizza box on his knees at a rapid pace. When she'd finally returned he grinned at her, eyebrows both raising at the vodka bottle. "Who needs glasses?" She certainly didn't as he watched her take a swig before it was pushed into his hands.
Her idea of Vodka was like drinking paint stripper. Really, but whatever, he'd take whatever he could get. Taking a mouthful and trying not to cringe at the burn in the back of his mouth and throat, aiming to dull it with the taste of pizza which is why he set the vodka bottle on the night stand and reached for a slice.
"So tell me, if this leading up to the best homecoming ever? Pizza, clean sheets, a mini hawk and vodka?"