Clint hadn't been all that surprised when Tasha had taken up Jo on that drink, he was kind of shocked, pleasantly so, to hear that he was invited. He'd had a fe drinks with Bruce the other night, but nothing could beat getting truly hammered in the light of recent mindfucking events. Clint was on that so hard it wasn't even funny.

Leading Natasha through to the nearest parlor car, Clint couldn't help the laugh that escaped him as he entered. The table was full of already filed vodka shots. Oh yeah, Clint may regret his decision in the morning, but tonight was going to be fucking awesome.

"Knew you would, Tash. How's it shakin', short-round?" Clint's grin could only grow as he pulled up a seat of his own.