Merci buckets / Hawkguy
"I don't doubt you're a smooth talker," Clint said, biting at his lower lip, amused. But in this instance it wasn't needed -- persuasion to get Clint to do much of anything wasn't really all that necessary when it came to Bucky. Clint was just... gonna. That was a thing.
He moved in closer, already half swaying to the music, or at least what he heard of it (it didn't seem to matter, it was loud and they were gonna do their own thing no matter what, anyway). "Took you long enough. 'Course I will."