The question hit Clint like a cement truck. He immediately chocked on his drink and started snorting and sputtering liquor out in a spray across the front of him. God that shit burned when it went up a person's nose. "No! Fuck. Why, ugh. No, No. Pal! She's a pal." What brought that out? It was nice and all that she wanted to help him, but christ, what an awkward place she put him now. Clint snatched a handful of napkins and started wiping himself off while he shot her and her bizarre question a look. His gaze right then could have curdled milk. "Why would you? No. Jan's the Wasp and a friend. I've- No. I've just known her for years. And not in that way."
I mean, sure he'd thought about making a move once or twice during the early days. Janet had the body. And she was loads of fun. Now though, no. He'd just known her too damn long. After a certain amount of time it just gets weird. That was his story at least. There may have been a couple of nights where they'd both drank too much, but neither of them remembered enough to make a show of it. God. Change of topic now! "What are..uh, What are the New Years Resolutions? Out going girl like you. What changes. Yeah, what changes are you making this next year?"