"What, you don't consider us friends? I'm hurt, Kate. Hurt and appalled. Lucky's going to be devastated. He's only allowed to play with friends of ours." Clint gave a mock gasp, throwing his head back and shaking it, catching Lucky's attention with his idiocy, but it was normal enough that Lucky didn't really bother too much.
"It gives a notion on what you do drink when just hanging out," Clint shrugged a shoulder, even as Lucky decided to climb up between them and sprawl over Clint's lap, tail wagging happily in Kate's. "Completely different when you're at a bar, or those strange clubs these days."
And wow, his age was definitely starting to come through.