Clint Barton and OPEN (multiples are cool)
Oh yeah, this was the place to be. Clint knew it because -- uh. Because he'd said so much earlier when he'd agreed to come. And look, he actually was wearing a bell, even if it was a joke - a little cat collar buckled around his wrist that jingled happily every time he moved.
Since Kate was off over there trying to be her own person without Clint (which, rude?) and pretending he didn't exist, Clint had to rely on his own personal skills.
Which were sorta nonexistent, which was why he was leaned up against the bar, drink in hand as he watched the crowd.