[ there are things sticking out of the ceiling that shouldn't have made it to the ceiling. Pens. A couple of buttons. Things got a little crazy, because that's the natural progression when crazy people drink a crazy amount of alcohol. Clint's first aware of the headache and dry mouth that herald a hangover of epic proportion. Even with his eyes closed, it hurts.
He hasn't been this hung over since the first time he had prison hooch.
He rolls over with a groan, finding himself face-to-face with a lot of naked teammate. ]
...you just had to hit all the crazy blonds on the team. You couldn't help yourself, could you?
LAMOSDFIjfmdglnailsthetargetJanuary 24 2011, 04:33:15 UTC
[ if you're going to make bad choices, you might as well make them with Captain America.
Not that Clint feels that way. He sits up with a groan, squinting around in search of his glasses. What he sees instead is a lot of tan skin and all-American ass. ]
It was him or Death, EITHER WAY HIDEOUSnoumoveJanuary 24 2011, 04:38:54 UTC
[The voice and all of that bed jostling wakes him up a bit. He moves his face out of the pillow, blinking up at Clint, still half asleep and not connecting the nudity with anything to be alarmed about just yet.]
this guy. ]
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Last night, there was a battle.
Everyone won.]
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He hasn't been this hung over since the first time he had prison hooch.
He rolls over with a groan, finding himself face-to-face with a lot of naked teammate. ]
...you just had to hit all the crazy blonds on the team. You couldn't help yourself, could you?
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Don't act like you know her, Clint. Just freaken' cuddle her.]
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Just tell me I was better than Banner.
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[She throws her leg over his lazily.
Jesus, she is sore.]
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I'm awesome. Basically.
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Welp. Not a bear. A Wasp.]
Sorry about the battle scars, soldier.
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Some people pay good money to be mauled by cute Asian women.
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[She sits up a bit, running a hand through her hair.]
But I'll take it as a compliment.
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He'll just be over here. Face down in the bed. Snoring into the pillow]
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Not that Clint feels that way. He sits up with a groan, squinting around in search of his glasses. What he sees instead is a lot of tan skin and all-American ass. ]
...oh, hell no.
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Clint? What's with the glasses?
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[ he sighs deeply, face in his hands ]
Please tell me I had no involvement with your flagpole.
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Flagpole? What-
[He moves to roll over then stops. And the reality of the situation seems to hit him, turning him bright red.]
What on Earth...
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Has his life really hit this low? Clint looks slightly nauseous. ]
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