Clint Bartons / OTA [the strip]
It wasn't like Clint hadn't been to Vegas before. He'd been to all the places at least once -- and okay that was totally an exaggeration but he had been to Vegas. Not really enough to remember everything about it, mind, but enough to know that there was a ton of stuff to do.
It was all about wandering, today. The strip was a great place for it because no matter how hot it was here, it was dry heat. And if that got to be too much, he could dip into any one of the buildings for some over worked and too-cold air conditioning. It was great.
Right now he was very heavily considering the very brightly colored m&m store. Or maybe a buffet. Or maybe finding Tony and borrowing like.... money. So he could gamble.
Probably m&m's though. There was something really great knowing that he could go in there and buy a metric shitton of just purple ones.