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| Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), kate bishop (hawkeye) |
Who: Clint Barton & Kate Bishop
When: Mid-week
Where: Clint's apartment.
What: Kate comes over with beer (not lite) and there's pizza and Netflix; Clint even unpacked a little. Sort of.
Warnings: Possible language and awkward people.
Status: Complete.
Clint's place wasn't exactly a dump. It was sparse, probably needed a little attending to, more than just a coat of paint and a shove of random stuff into the corner, but Clint wasn't exactly too bothered about that stuff.
It was homey and livable and that was all that mattered; Lucky had space to sprawl, there was a decent sized gap between the sofa, the coffee table and the tv to allow for optimal lounging and feet on table, so Clint was happy. He'd at least cleared the weeks worth of coffee mugs from the sink when Kate text to invite herself over with beer for some Netflix and pizza and really, Clint didn't mind.
He wasn't overly social right then, between the relocation and figuring out what to do with himself, he'd sort of neglected to actually go out and do anything. Kate was fairly easy company. She had a goofy quality that helped Clint relax a little, wasn't a complete chatterbox and was fun to talk to. The gentle and light flirting in between wasn't bad either.
So Netflix was gearing out suggestions on stuff to watch and Clint had the local pizzeria's number tacked to the wall by the phone and Lucky was fed, watered and walked and ready to curl up and sleep in about an hours time unless he got some TLC between now and then. Which pretty much meant he was set, right?
It was homey and livable and that was all that mattered; Lucky had space to sprawl, there was a decent sized gap between the sofa, the coffee table and the tv to allow for optimal lounging and feet on table, so Clint was happy. He'd at least cleared the weeks worth of coffee mugs from the sink when Kate text to invite herself over with beer for some Netflix and pizza and really, Clint didn't mind.
He wasn't overly social right then, between the relocation and figuring out what to do with himself, he'd sort of neglected to actually go out and do anything. Kate was fairly easy company. She had a goofy quality that helped Clint relax a little, wasn't a complete chatterbox and was fun to talk to. The gentle and light flirting in between wasn't bad either.
So Netflix was gearing out suggestions on stuff to watch and Clint had the local pizzeria's number tacked to the wall by the phone and Lucky was fed, watered and walked and ready to curl up and sleep in about an hours time unless he got some TLC between now and then. Which pretty much meant he was set, right?