whyinevermiss:

[ Now the joke became unfunny in about three seconds flat. The archer decided to not only avoid eye contact but what was he doing trying to be nice to her? Not that she doesn’t…deserve it, ‘specially on her birthday, but like Madripoor and stuff. 

Taking a look around the shop, Clint attempts to figure out what the other would like…hm…what kinda drink did she ask for again? Vodka? ]

You said you wanted vodka, right?

Yes. [ She calls back over her shoulder as she’s pointing to the packet of Dunhill Reds that she wants the clerk to grab.

This is odd… She hadn’t spent time with an Avenger in a very long time and it was making her feel strange. How was she supposed to act? ]

Are you coming?