Merci buckets / Hawkguy
Bucky was such a dork, honestly. Clint loved it, but it didn't make it less true. Luckily, it sort of matched with Clint's own base personality -- the goofy bites, anyway.
"Nah," He said, tugging at Bucky's shirt (was that his shirt?) playfully and pressing their cheeks together before pulling away just enough to remind himself that he wanted a night out and that make outs and more would come later. "I'm just gonna let you do it wrong and laugh about it. Now, hey, what's wrong with gettin' tore up? What if I wanna get crunk?" Clint was pretty sure the kids were not at all saying that anymore, but it didn't make it less funny. "How else am I gonna get the courage to get on that dance floor?"