Clint / OTA Multiples Welcome
Clint had gone on a truly epic mission earlier today. A lot had happened, frankly. He'd traveled an entire alien city in wonder as well as in hope for a cake that looked like a dick. Which probably wasn't even the most ridiculous thing that he'd done this week, actually.
Along the way he got in two fights, won a card game based on sheer luck (and got in another fight over that) and cashed out with enough money to go proper shopping and had to talk himself out of buying a land speeder (landspeeder!).
In the end, he'd found several weapons including a crossbow that shot lasers as well as a cake.
Well. He was pretty sure it was a cake. And the baker had been mystified by his design requests, but had done it anyway. So.
That'd happened.
Anyway. He was back now, and lazing at the bar, because he'd put in his time and absolutely needed a drink now. And a bag of frozen peas. But he probably wasn't going to get that.