Jul 9, 2014
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She might have had a little bit too much to drink. But, it was supposed to celebrate a mission gone right. (For once.) Whiskey was good, but rum was better and Carol plopped down on the couch next to Clint with a bright giggle. "Heeeey, birdie boy. Know what?" Her words slurred, but she was sober... enough... to know what she was doing. Maybe. Kind of? Did it matter? "I think you're kind of cute." With a grin, she leaned forward, cupping his chin with her hand and pressed her lips against his. Holding the kiss for probably a little longer than she needed to, Carol pulled away.
"Okay, maybe a bit more than kind of..."