Merci buckets / Hawkguy
Clint had to admit he was a little bit curious about the space booze, but he'd save it for later on when he was less concerned about things like face-planting on the floor or falling asleep and drooling on Bucky's shoulder or... or something. He'd figure it out later.
"I'm totes into you," Clint said, like it wasn't obvious. And then he took a long drink of his own whiskey which burned in a decent way but not in the fun way that soda tended to and listen this is why he usually just drank beer, he was clearly just an amateur when it came to respecting things like flavor concepts or...whatever.
"Sorry?" he said, eyebrows raising and he signed the word too, just for emphasis. "Whats a Floss? Teeth?"