Hal & Clint
Much like Hal, Clint disliked the holidays and for much the same reasons too. He didn't have much family to speak of, hardly any at all, in fact. And of the relations that he had that were still alive, his brother Barney, Clint had no idea where he was. Nor did he want to know where he was because the last time to the two had seen each other Barney had fallen in with the wrong crowd. The kind that broke both your legs and put you in the hospital... The kind Clint wouldn't hesitate to arrest—or worse—if given the chance. So, it was just as well that he was by himself for the holiday.
But it wasn't quite Thanksgiving yet. And according to Clint, he was out just doing what countless other Americans were doing the Wednesday night before—going out to the bar. No reason to be a sad, lonely bastard tonight, especially not when there were so many friendly faces out and about.
Clint added a few bills to the donation jar and, stepping through the threshold, he flipped the bird to the bartender—ol' Ginger Balls—in greeting, while simultaneously giving the eye to the green girl behind the bar, before he caught sight of Hal Jordan. He strode over to the person who was not his "nemesis's" best friend and gave a nod with a lift of his chin, before joining him at the table. "Hey, thanks, man. I'll get the next round."