Clint | Kate :: Something other than coffee?
If Clint had mentioned the danger of her official bff status dropping, she would have challenged him to a darts game (did they even have darts here?) where she wouldn't feel bad if she sunk so low as to cheat just to win. She wasn't even sure what the official bet of the challenge would be, but just the fact she could beat him. Even though they both knew he was the better marksman. (Which she would never, ever, EVER say out loud).
So better for both of them that said thoughts were just that.
"This one's for you," she said, holding out the second bottle, glancing up at his supposedly brushed hair. "I'm impressed. Who knew you could clean up so well?" Not that they really had anywhere fancy to be, but this seemed like a pretty big get together; it looked like the whole town had come out to celebrate! Ah, the wonders of booze.
"Think we'll be able to get a rendition of 'Danger Zone' from you tonight?" She took a swig of her drink, nodding towards the dilapidated stage that was set up with a karaoke machine.