"Drunk? You? Me? Never." Of course that was the general idea. Two drunk idiots by the end of the night was entirely possible. It was why she got dropped off, why she wasn't driving home and why they were playing silly card games that were usually reserved for awkward college kids making passes at each other.
But Clint didn't claim to be a functioning adult at all anyway.
Clint's turn over was another number too, eight of clubs and he just rolled his eyes a little. "You know, we could be drunk before we know it at this rate." Flopping into the sofa himself, Clint followed suit with a long drag of his beer, completely oblivious to the proximity to Kate he ended up in, only in the way that he really didn't care.