it's terribly irresponsible they let clint out without a chaperone

[greatatboats]

Who: Clint and OPEN
Where: The bar
When: Day 51 I suppose.
What: Clint found the bar, guys. Who let this happen? Post shooting Anna. He's not sorry for that.
Warnings: Some drinking. Cursing. General Clint antics? I'll update if things get weird.

So far things had been going a little weird. Pretty much nothing made sense, but least a good chunk of the Avengers were actually here. He was a little upset that Natasha was gone, but a man couldn't be picky. Steve was here and he was good at rallying the troops when he had to. Tony was pissed at him, but that was to be expected. Two similar men who were put in the same room. It was a miracle though that neither one had marched over to knock the other one out. Childish antics weren't something the other wasn't familiar with. Being a giant dick was kind of something that came natural to both of them. Things weren't going perfect, but least he had allies. He was going to go ahead and count Kenzi among them because she seemed to know all kinds of crazy crap about him. That must've meant she was his friend in some capacity.

He was wandering today. He needed to find something he could be familiar with. Alcohol was probably the best bet. A bar was a place that Clint could get comfortable in. He made sure to circle the outside perimeter before he even thought about going inside. It was a bar, but that didn't mean it was safe to actually go inside of. He knew nothing about this town except for what Kenzi told him when she wasn't threatening to punch him on various parts of his body. The punching didn't even bother Clint. He would clearly have to teach her how to hit properly, but the fire in her was great. That would keep you alive and safe in a fucked up situation like this one.

It was empty and quiet for the most part. Kinda dark if he was being honest. Then again bars aren't exactly brightly lit places. He wasted no time making himself a drink and finding himself a cozy spot to sit. Maybe this place wasn't so bad. It had booze.

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[venatical]

Dean can take care of himself, thanks, and he rounds the bar to check out the selection. Picked over, but Dean can see he'll be living off a liquid diet for a while. And he's more than happy not to have to share with Tall, Dark, and Broody. He pours himself a drink and holds the glass up.

"And the real riots will start when it runs out. Cheers." He takes a drink and then looks Clint over, waiting to see if there's any sign of recognition there.

"So, you know me already or what? I was here before apparently. Don't remember a thing, but some people sure do."

[greatatboats]

Clint's actually relieved to hear the man ask if he knows him. That's all Clint ever gets from these people. They remember him. They talk about how they used to be friends and stuff like that. They bring up things he doesn't even remember and it's frustrating as fuck. The worst part is that he can tell Kenzi wants him to remember. She wants him to know her and to remember the friendship. It actually makes Clint a little pissed off that he could help her out there. None of it makes any sense to him at all.

"Nope. I got the same problem though, man. All I keep hearing is how I used to friends with this person and that one. They're all pretty shaken up about my return. I dunno what's going on." He really did wish that he could just remember like they wanted. Maybe being here would be easier if he could recall their faces and what they meant to him. Clint didn't have too many friends in his world, but maybe it'd be okay to have a few more here. "I'm living with a chick that I'm pretty sure is a nut ball, but dammit if I don't trust her." He did. Oddly enough. He trusted Steve, Tony and Bruce a little more, but oddly enough he did trust Kenzi.

"You got anyone you do know around here?"

[venatical]

Funnily enough, Kenzi's wrapped up in his issues too. He feels like crap for running out on her since it really seems to have upset her, but he doesn't remember being here or leaving at all, and that gnaws at him as much as the guilt over disappearing does too. He's glad someone else has the same problem because it seems like a weird fucking problem to Dean, but he's not really one to whine about shit and it's not an easy situation to explain anyway.

"Same story, man. My first day here, it was like This Is Your Life, only I didn't know half the people who paraded through."

He takes a drink and nods through his second question. "Yeah, a bunch, actually. A couple of 'em I'd call friends. What about you?"