🂡 : he got the tail end of a fight ; clint would have loved nothing more to blame it on a bad night’s sleep. but luck just simply wasn’t on his side. a physical and up close ambush got the better of him and he ended up in a dumpster. at this point , dumpsters became his second home. a hang out that hardly anyone would care to visit ; bonus if it’s empty and not filled with rotting trash. after spending a solid two hours in the closed dumpster; not even a shameful look crossed his features , lip cut from his face catching a fist earlier on. he threw his arms casually skyward and stretched when he landed outside of the dumpster.
❝ that was one helluva party you missed , here for a personal round or pleasure ? ❞ he said this without even looking at the person who graced or cursed him with their presence.
