Oh look there Drew was now. Maybe that bothersome guy with the mustache would leave Clint the fuck alone now. “What pattern?” He asked completely perplexed at her quick jab. Was she talking about the stain on his shirt? Anyways as she took a seat he gave her a look over while whistling softly. She looked like she knew what to wear. “Someone looks good tonight. Here for a date?” He asked with a cheeky grin. Clint had just been born that way. He had a natural way with women that usually ended with an explanation shower in the morning. As for himself, he was dressed in a black bottom up matched with a pair of old slacks. Both of which naturally looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks. He was also carrying a very thick five O’clock shadow with more than a hint of blonde in his beard.