Clint and OTA (multiples welcome)
Clint was used to swanky New Year's Eve parties--had even been to one or two before, usually a benefit for the non-profit or something else charitable. He'd even been to some of Tony's parties, in the dreams. This party was somewhere between the two--obviously a business party, but with Tony Stark flair.
He'd invited Elaine. The two of them had hardly had a chance to see each other since November with her being on assignment, and then the holidays--first Thanksgiving, then Christmas--but it was nice to see her again. It was casual between them. Comfortable, without expectation, and he had to admit he was enjoying that right now, when he was still dreaming and unsure what feelings were his and what feelings were--well, also his, but not his.
It was confusing. Not unlike his remembered love life, generally speaking.
Lucky was spending the night at the vet where Clint boarded him when he was out of town, just in case. He wasn't presuming that he was getting lucky tonight--heh--but the old dog was starting to worry Clint, and he wanted to make sure that if things progressed with Elaine the way he assumed they were going to, that there was no rush for him to go home.
Elaine was somewhere powdering something, maybe, Clint thought, so in the meantime, Clint was by the bar, enjoying the champagne. They'd taken a taxi here, and Tony, thoughtfully, provided free transportation home, so, why not indulge?