"Mister Barton, god, don't call me that, jeez." He hadn't been mister Barton since high school. And that was a while ago.
Flipping over his own card, another number, Clint just shook his head, finishing off his own beer and pushing to his feet. "No cheatin', you want another one, or you gonna try and pay attention a bit longer?" He was already half-way to the kitchen though, grabbing two fresh beers before just shrugging and getting the other two out for when they were ready.
Why bother walking back and forth to the kitchen all damn night?