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Not Hawkeye 2, Just Hawkeye ([info]justhawkeye) wrote in [info]snapthread,
Clint | Kate :: Something other than coffee?
THEY HAD A BAR! Things were really starting to pick up if alcohol was now able to be consumed on a daily basis. If she had been a hard drinker, she would have been worried to have such a place in America 2.0, but maybe it was better to buy someone a shot than a cup of coffee to comfort them on their arrival. That was just ridiculous to Kate, but hey, to each their own. Where coffee was the sole nourishment and substance she would need, maybe alcohol was someone else's. Besides, there were definitely things she could make a toast to and knock back a few.

So she found herself wandering into the new establishment, taking in the decor and setting. Just like Coffee!, it was...rustic. It definitely fit more for a bar and the mismatched, offset of everything seemed to work for it. It was actually pretty impressive when you thought about it. She kicked a few balloons out of her way, swirling the beer in her hand. Did you swirl beer? No, that was wine...did it hurt to swirl beer? She closed one eye, staring down into the neck of the bottle to check on its contents. Well, it at least looked ok. A sip. Tasted foamy, but alright too. Cool. No harm, no foul.

She spotted a familiar face walk in and grinned, waving and pointing to the other bottle she had in her hand. It was only a matter of time until Clint showed up and she was prepared for him.

"Had to make sure you looked your best?"


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