While Katie was passed out in that deep sleep that only alcohol could induce, Clint was feeling oddly restless at Lexi's. he hadn't meant to interrupt his reveling but he rely didn't think Marcus would bother to find someone else this late at night... Unless. But no. No way Bell would go through with it. Not in a million years. Things with Lexi felt strange and he'd had the most uncomfortable hardon since she'd stripped and that in itself was enough to make him panic. After an hour he'd gotten up and called Flint. Probably not his best choice but still. Whatever.
The phone call back surprised him but what came next had him laughing his ass off. "Holy shit," he gasped, trying to find air. "You bloody had Katie Bell in your bed and she fell asleep!?" Oh fucking hell he was going to die. He couldn't stop laughing and he might just be sick. "Fuck. You're never living this down."
He raised a brow in mock concern. "Are you sure you don't need some practice? Pretty sure having a bird fall asleep on you is a bad sign."
Shaking his head he rolled his neck and laughed. "I'm coming over. Be there soon."
Clint threw some floo powder in, popping up quickly in Marcus's grate. Stepping out, he looked at his friend and shook his head. "Nice job."