It was official in Clint's mind. Maria was torturing him. Why he didn't know but he knew how. The two annoying fresh junior agents. Clearly they were not meant for stalking/target watching just yet. They had the patience of a...thing that had little patience. Clint didn't have a problem with the waiting game as one of his skill sets was being a sniper and that meant, more often than not, laying or sitting somewhere (often in a rather uncomfortable position) and waiting for your target/threat to appear before taking it out. These kids didn't have that yet. Don't get him wrong, they were good agents just...green.
So once his watching duty was done and he was relieved he sought out a nearby bar, wanting to get something strong before he turned in for the night. Walking into a bar he shimmied his way around a few patrons before he got to the bar and ordered himself some vodka. When he saw what the bartender was reaching for he leaned forward.
"Not that Smirnoff or Grey Goose crap man! The good vodka like Jewel of Russia or Russian Standard!" he requested. No sense in risking waking up the next day with a killer hangover from bad vodka. Plus he was certain if he did order bad vodka Natasha would appear from whatever mission she was on currently and kick his ass.