Nov 20, 2015
Drunk? Never. | Clint and Natasha
Natasha hadn’t failed to be spectacular, that much was for sure. She was dressed a bit excessively, if she did say so herself, but not in a bad way. Lavish, maybe, was a better word. But it was one of her favorite things to do, when she had means and reason, and she always had means.
Her smile broadened when Clint finally showed up, and she pulled him close for a kiss. “Evening, handsome,” she murmured in his ear. “I was waiting for you before I got started. I hear there’s alcoholic butterbeers, and I’m dying to try them.” Her hand found his easily, fingers meshing. “I bet I can get away with drinking more than you can,” she added playfully, smirking.
