Hal & Clint
Hal's favorite part about the holidays was the fact that openly consuming mass amounts of alcohol was a widely accepted practice. How else did you deal with family? Or lack thereof in his situation. Most days he rarely spared a thought for his brothers or the failures his mother had pinned on him up until her death, but it was impossible to escape in a time of year marked by large gatherings of the people you were supposed to love. He had friends. A lot of them, but they had their own lives and their own families to tend to.
At least most of them did. He had managed to convince at least once person to join him at Warrior's. Clint Barton, the man he was not cheating on Ollie with had readily accepted the invitation to join him for a few glasses of whiskey and so he grabbed an empty table and waited. There were plenty of familiar faces to entertain him if the archer bailed, but with the promise of picking up first round, he knew Barton would be there. Eventually.