Merci buckets / Hawkguy
Space booze and Dog Cops. Now that'd be a real date. And Bucky wouldn't even have to worry about carrying Clint home when he went all boneless and useless coz they'd already be at home. Their home. Where they both lived together. The thought still made Clint happy and sort of amazed both.
He downed the rest of his drink a little too quickly, but mostly because he wanted to set his drink down. That's not real, he signed right back before echoing the movement -- one handed as well -- and laughing. "That looks like ---" Stupid. "Do it again."