Emmeline had to admit she was enjoying herself. Which was odd, given the reputation she knew Clint wanted to have for himself. Tough, unfriendly, somewhat closed off. But she knew pretty much all of that was bullshite, she just had the courtesy not to mention it out loud, and to go ahead and let him keep on believing she believed it. Seemed like the best course of action. But it was nice how easy the sarcastic conversation and dirty jokes flowed between the two of them, and she was rather high and drunk when he suddenly brought her too her feet. Merlin, he was strong, she couldn't help the small smile that played across her lips at that thought.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" she said, throwing her coat back on and turning back just momentarily to snatch the last remnants of the bottle and tuck it into her jacket, playfully shushing Clint about it and walking out the door.
It was bloody cold outside, and crisp, but for once, Emmeline enjoyed it. "I've got a lot of those scattered about up here," she said, pointing towards her head. "You'll just have to stick around and figure out the rest of them on your own time," she teased, pulling out the 1/3 of a bottle she had nicked (though really she had slipped the rest of the payment on the table) and pushed it into Clint's hands so she could pull out a cigarette from her bag. She fumbled with her lighter for a moment, giggling slightly before getting it lit, taking a long drag and looking up at him.
"So... what now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow and walking a bit ahead of him, turning around so she was facing him but still walking. "We could go... toilet paper someones hut... or try to scare someone sleeping... heckle couples having sex..." she teased. Then she stepped in rather close, close enough she could feel his body warmth and looked up at him, taking the bottle out of his hand and taking a drink. "Unless you have any brilliant ideas? You know.. I'm all ears..."