Pairing : Reader, Clint (oc)
Word count : 452
Warning : Nothing yet really. Just a bar scene to set up.
A/N : This is the start of the series that will be the new home for Clint and Lyle, Original characters from SLD. If you’ve been keeping up on the blog, you saw what happened, and the decision was made to give them a new home, and a new story. See masterlist for more details on the series.
Part 1 of Deadly Secrets.
Clint hadn't been home in a while. He had left for school, then stayed away working, and now was busy trying to set up his own business doing what he loved. Trees, wood.. he was a modern day lumberjack. At least that was the running joke. Truth was, he enjoyed the work, and loved woodworking. So setting up his own lumber yard, that was his dream.
But here he was, back in his hometown after years. He stepped into the small town bar, and sighed at how everything was still the same. Everything but one thing.
The girl next door.
He froze when he saw you. You had grown up so much since he’d last seen you and you were now working the bar.
You turned to him as he moved closer and gave him a smile. “What can I get ya, Clint?”
That took him aback for a moment. “How'd you know it was me?” He asked, sitting on a bar stool in front of you.
You laughed, and he found his lips turning up into a smile at the sound. “No matter how big and buff you get, I'll never forget that handsome face.”
He laughed and nodded. “I suppose I did grow a little..” He teased you back. “You're still as short as always.”
“We can't all be giants like you, Clint.” You turned away from him and grabbed a bottle off the shelf.
He watched you move, and then you turned back, placing a shot of whiskey and a beer in front of him. “I didn't-”
“It's on the house.” You gave him a sad smile. “How are you holding up?”
Clint glanced down at the shot before taking it in his hand and shrugging. “I'm alright.” he answered before taking the shot.
“Y/N!?” You glanced towards the small hall that lead to the bathrooms and sighed seeing of the regulars motioning back towards the men’s.
“Not again..” You groaned, grabbing a dishcloth. “It's good to see you again, Clint.” you told him, walking past. “Town’s missed you.” You looked back with a smile before heading around the corner.
He sat quietly drinking his beer, listening to the talk of the town. A few people stopped next to him, giving him a pat on the shoulder, or buying him a drink. When he heard your voice again, he turned to see you all but carrying your dad through the bar and out.
He waited and watched as you came back in and head behind the bar, your father’s wallet in hand. “Everything okay?”
You gave him a shrug as you opened the register and put money in, paying his tab. “Some things never change. Welcome home, Clint.”
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