Waving away Tasha's words, Clint smiled fondly over the lip of his shot -- what number was it? Clint lost count, but that didn't really seem pertinent seeing as his head was swimming lazily and he was in good company. He was well on his way to getting smashed and there were two lovely women to keep him company. It's just a good thing that Clint was just a happy drunk, and not a particularly handsy one.

As the knife flew behind Jo, Clint shouldn't help but give another devilish grin, looking Jo right in the eye as she let the knife fly, both knowing it would pierce her target perfectly. Clint's grin could only grow more amused as Tasha sent him a look behind Jo's back and sent her own knife after Jo.

It cut the air swiftly, landing on the far wall and brought on Tasha's own wicked smile -- the look of it jumping Clint's heart a time while the look on Jo's face skipped it two.

Picking up another shot, Clint raised it in cheers to Jo, responding to her words with a wink of his own before downing it.