Who: Clint & Jamie (Been awhile, hasn't it?) What: Waiting for the right moment Where: Jamie's place When: Thursday, February 15, 2am Rating: TBA
The day had gone off without a hitch and he felt that Clint was relatively happy with his usually unhappy Valentine's. Seriously, who divorced someone on fucking Valentine's day? He didn't even know the ex-wife and Jamie was certain he would hex her into next week if he ever met her. But that had been hours ago. Hours and hours and hours. Clint wanted to nap. Jamie wanted time to move faster - though he had told Clint to sleep and he'd wake him up.
But Jamie was upside down on his sofa, legs hanging over the back as he groaned every time he looked at the clock. And maybe he was sweating a bit. Maybe he was nervous. This could blow up in his face quite easily - and literally with the right arrow. So when it finally hit 2 am and he felt it was really not Valentine's day anymore, Jamie whined, "Cliiiiiiiint," just to get his attention.