Re: Clint & Duma
It was loud in the bar -- it would probably be weird if it wasn't, considering that it was New Year's Eve and that it was Thor throwing the party, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a slight reason to gripe. Clint had, on some occasions, the ability to focus very well -- but the louder the room, the more effort it took, considering his hearing aids picked up every noise with no discern. He was used to it, for the most part, but it did leave him with some amount of understanding sympathy for the guy trying to order a drink with voice text, and then eventually just text. Was he Deaf, too?
Clint considered that even while he glanced over and rose his eyebrow at the question being directed at him -- before lifting his glass, as if showing it off. "Beer," he said, equally loud in loud environment, but also signed it, a vertical B by his face.
It was fancy beer, though. So it came in a glass instead of a bottle.