"So cocky," he said, pulling her chair closer, relaxing. It didn't seem like they were going to battle it out and he was very grateful for that. Sliding his arm along the back of her chair, Clint's lips brushed her ear, his voice teasing. "I'm going to have you very soon," he murmured. Letting out a bark of laughter at the bloke who said he could fly circles around Bell, Clint just shook his head. "Surprised the broom is all she took from him," he said, loud enough for her to hear.
Katie glanced his way, a perfectly arched brow showing her amusement. "He called me a cheat and then left when I stood up," she said, amused. She stretched her leg out, letting him see her heels. "He wasn't impressed with my footwear."
Laughing, Clint's shoulders shook, pretty sad he'd missed that interaction. "Christ," he said, glancing upward. 'Pretty sure you two are going to make sure that women are never allowed in here again."
He pulled away, glancing up, watching Ade fold and Katie and Marcus battle it out. Grinning, he brushed another kiss to her cheek. As for his own bet, he nodded. "You're on," he said, glancing at Flint. "Marcus will take it. He's not allowed to lose to Bell. It never happens."
Katie didn't even glance at Clint at that statement, instead, she sat, relaxed, confident in her hand and that Marcus was, more than likely, just bluffing to bluff. Who knew? She'd see it soon enough but her hand would be hard to beat. Katie's lips quirked up, meeting his bet and raising it it a hundred galleons.
Clint glanced between them, noting the tension. Neither of them really said anything and instigator that he was, he grinned and leaned forward. "Let's make this a little more interesting," he said, amused. "For us, anyway. Loser has to wear the others team jersey in public and extol the talents and virtues of the winner."
Katie's eyes never left Flint's and she didn't even glance at her cards before giving Marcus a slow smile. "I'm in," she said, amused. "What do you say Marcus?"