Clint B / Borky Barnes
It'd cool down. The thing about really hot locations was that the air usually ran on overtime to the point where when you walked into a place, you actually felt like you might be better off outside. So really, it was just a matter of time.
"Really?" he asked, "exactly what you were hoping for, huh? Nothing else?" He wasn't teasing or fishing, just curious. "Have you been to Vegas before?" It was good, probably, that Bucky had his fingers in Clint's belt loop before he kept sort of drifting off side to side to take the "literature" that people on the sidewalks were handing out. "Because we could be doing--" He frowned down at the most recent bit of paper he'd grabbed. "Well. Maybe not her. Er. That."