"I'm not hiding." Clint began with a no-sense tone. It just wasn't an option right now with a hangover. He glanced down at her vase from across the table and frowned. "How do you always have so much energy?" He leaned back in his chair and briefly started thinking on what exactly did energy drinks and liquor do to someone at Jan's size? Was she hitting red bulls or something harder? He clearly recalled her staying up way past four last night and yet here she was now. Zipping along like a teenager. Ugh, this job. If Barton had his way, the only thing on the menu would be water and Tylenol. Which would make an amazing birthday party. At least right now.