00:00:00 but for clint
00:00:00 [selectively still accepting -- but may go unanswered]
She’s hung-over and she just wants a gatorade and some air conditioning. Darcy had known, academically, that drinking with Thor had not been one of her shining moments of genius, but the dude could just look so adorable when he wanted something.Not like hot adorable, but like a big ol’ golden retriever begging for a piece of your cheeseburger when you know he’s supposed to be on some expensive diet dog food exclusively.
So she, Jane, Erik, and Thor had drunk and drunk and drunk until Darcy knew nothing of consciousness anymore, and when she woke up on the RV’s couch with a blanket and a bottle of water (and also, curiously, a street stop sign?), she’d only known regret.It was a hot, silent trek to the closest convenience store, and when the automatic sliding doors whoosed open with a blast of blessed cool air, Darcy thought she might cry.
But then the tiMer in her wrist chimed and her eyes made solid contact with a dude who wasn’t... not hot, but definitely not her type.He could be her type, though, if she’d tried.
Dirty blonde, short hair. Squinty-ish eyes in a square face.
But his grin.
It could eclipse the sun as he made his way over to her.
“Hey, so...I’ve got a boyfriend.” It’s not bashful or regretful admittance, but plain -- like he was reporting that the news would be on soon, or that the sun would go down in an hour. Just a neutral fact, with such a big, dumb smile that Darcy couldn’t help but return it with a shrug.
“Me too. Not that, like, you know...you’re not a babe, because, you know, you are, but...”
He nodded and grinned and there was a moment of companionable, comfortable silence before he nods across the street.
“You want...coffee?”
And, g-d, does she.
