No one would call them lovebirds (closed to Clint)

[bloodyledger]

Something strange had happened. Both Clint and Nat were smart. Sharp. If they weren't, they'd have been dead a long time ago. But what was happening now had somehow alluded them both

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[nolessvirtuous]

Strange that roleplaying, even a tame one like this, could do that to a person. He felt oddly liberated as he set a rack of clean glasses on the bar and started drying them.

Getting a nights work in the bar had been simple, so there he was, friendly neighborhood bartender. He saw her toy with the glass and moved toward her, wiping down the bar before speaking.

"Drink not to your liking?"

[bloodyledger]

Eyes flicking up to meet his under mascara'd lashes, Nat shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know. I think I'm looking for something more ... tart."

[nolessvirtuous]

"Tart huh?" he selected a shaker, and added ice as he surveyed her. Damn if that dress wasn't doing amazing things.

"How about hot?"

[bloodyledger]

"Hot?" Nat wrinkled her nose again, catching the corner of her mouth between her teeth before speaking again. "I think I need something cool. I'm already feeling ... hot."

That line - so cheesy. But there they were.