Clint sighed at her drunken statement, feeling slightly guilty and he didn't quite no why. It wasn't like they were sleeping together. They were just friends. That's it. He smiled and let his eyes close, feeling slightly more comfortable than he should. He wasn't worried about a thing. Well, a little worried. He didn't necessarily want to get into a hex match with her significant other should he come home and find them passed out in the same bed.
"I like it when I'm here, too," he said, closing his eyes, nodding off. I wasn't long at all before he was asleep, a deep, heavy sleep that was completely restful and perfect. Having Lexi next to him was pretty nice.
Katie was nervous. Completely and utterly nervous. She shouldn't be. But she was. She was also drunk. However, as he brushed her body with his, she sucked in her breath, instantly becoming alert. Of course, all it took was him implying that she was in some way shape or form nervous or scared and her eyes narrowed and those Gryffindor hackles came up.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she arched a brow, shedding her own jacket and hanging on top of his. She could never resist a dare. It was her biggest downfall and always got her into trouble. And Marcus? He was entirely more trouble than he was worth.
"Not even a little," she said, fisting her hand in his shirt and yanking him forward, letting her lips find him. The man could song and the guilt she felt, she was certain, it'd fade. It was sex. That was it. She wasn't going to feel guilty about wondering what the fuss was about.