She was right about one thing. It was damn near impossible for the two of them to call a truce. Sometimes it felt like they might be close to it, only for things to shift once again and they were back at each other's throats. Katie just had a way of irritating the bloody shit right out of him. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. There personalities were so different that more often than not, they rubbed each other the wrong way.
"I think landing yourself in a holding cell before midnight is sign enough that you've had enough," he commented sarcastically. Hell, it was sign enough that she couldn't handle liquor at all. Even three sheets to the wind, he and/or Clint had never managed to do something so ridiculous. Sure, they'd gone flying drunk and naked, but they also hadn't managed to break anything in the process.
He snorted at her assumption, "Just because you are incapable of having a one night stand, doesn't mean it's impossible." One night stands were what he did. He didn't date. He didn't hold hands. And he sure as hell didn't pine over some loser to the point of getting drunk together in the hopes that things would go back to normal.