Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-05 20:25:00 |
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He’d tried his best, okay? Clint had gone out and had a decent night on the town the first day they’d arrived, and it was, you know. Pretty good? Secret bars that were basements of real businesses that sold fancy cocktails for dirt cheap was pretty cool. Two days later though? The charm had sort of worked its way off and the shine of the place was… not all that shiny. It was still Iowa, after all. And Clint really just wasn’t a fan. He’d left here once, after all, and this place, this little town no matter what the year, reminded him a lot of home. Of being some small kid who’d gotten his ears boxed one too many times, who took the long way ‘round to avoid passing the butchers shop on the way home. He’d left once. And after a few too many drinks, Clint kind of had it in him to leave again. Not forever, obviously, because the hotel collected what it thought it owned before it went anywhere, but he kinda reckoned he could get a ways away, if only he could hotwire this old ass car properly. Mind, that was before the owner of the car had noticed and started threatening Clint with a baseball bat. “I didn’t even know those existed yet,” he said, hands up, as if that was any kind of response to be giving in a situation like this. |