Angel & Clint | Late Evening (backdated)
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xp_logsClint and Angel dance off into the woods.
Angel was definitely a little drunk, but she was behaving and all her clothes were still on so no one could complain too much if she was a little gigglier than usual. And she wasn't bothering anyone.
Except for Clint, who she had dragged off with the demand, "Dance with me!" while her phone played a song that was...mostly appropriate for slow dancing.
Clint had no idea what song they were listening to, but he was happy enough to follow his girlfriend's lead. "I don't think that's an actual dance move, though," he said, picking up the conversation from where they'd dropped it just before Angel attempted that move that was not actually a dance move.
"Everything is a dance move if you make it look fancy enough," Angel protested with a pout. "I looked great as I did it, therefore it is a dance move."
Keeping time with the beat, Clint imitated Angel's move -- only he reached out and twirled her with him as he did it. "I mean, I can't actually argue with that."
Angel laughed as Clint spun her, happily snuggling into his chest and refusing to pull away even when they were down twirling. "See, it totally works."
A grin spread over Clint's face as he reeled Angel back toward himself. "Yeah, okay. Fair." He could still see the lights from the mansion, still hear the party as it continued into late evening. It kept getting darker earlier now, making Clint glad of his eyesight. "What're your plans for the rest of the evening?" He whispered, not pausing even as he heard running feet coming closer to their part of the woods.
Angel giggled a bit. "Something something something you." There was a joke in there somewhere but she was just on the wrong side of too drunk to properly articulate it.
"Oh, definitely me," Clint laughed. "As long as you don't fall over or anything." He listened to the feet getting closer, pondered his options, and then danced them a little deeper into the woods -- away from impressionable young children. "True test of sobriety: Can you climb a tree?"
"Ooooooooh." Angel looked up at a tree, grinning. She was not too drunk that coordination was impossible, thankfully. "I think I can, absolutely. I'm certainly willing to give it the good old college try."
"Excellent," Clint said, grinning. "I'll give you a boost."
Angel rolled her eyes at him. "You just want to look at my ass," she said even as she stepped into his hands to hop up. She wasn't against giving him a good view, after all.
Angel was definitely a little drunk, but she was behaving and all her clothes were still on so no one could complain too much if she was a little gigglier than usual. And she wasn't bothering anyone.
Except for Clint, who she had dragged off with the demand, "Dance with me!" while her phone played a song that was...mostly appropriate for slow dancing.
Clint had no idea what song they were listening to, but he was happy enough to follow his girlfriend's lead. "I don't think that's an actual dance move, though," he said, picking up the conversation from where they'd dropped it just before Angel attempted that move that was not actually a dance move.
"Everything is a dance move if you make it look fancy enough," Angel protested with a pout. "I looked great as I did it, therefore it is a dance move."
Keeping time with the beat, Clint imitated Angel's move -- only he reached out and twirled her with him as he did it. "I mean, I can't actually argue with that."
Angel laughed as Clint spun her, happily snuggling into his chest and refusing to pull away even when they were down twirling. "See, it totally works."
A grin spread over Clint's face as he reeled Angel back toward himself. "Yeah, okay. Fair." He could still see the lights from the mansion, still hear the party as it continued into late evening. It kept getting darker earlier now, making Clint glad of his eyesight. "What're your plans for the rest of the evening?" He whispered, not pausing even as he heard running feet coming closer to their part of the woods.
Angel giggled a bit. "Something something something you." There was a joke in there somewhere but she was just on the wrong side of too drunk to properly articulate it.
"Oh, definitely me," Clint laughed. "As long as you don't fall over or anything." He listened to the feet getting closer, pondered his options, and then danced them a little deeper into the woods -- away from impressionable young children. "True test of sobriety: Can you climb a tree?"
"Ooooooooh." Angel looked up at a tree, grinning. She was not too drunk that coordination was impossible, thankfully. "I think I can, absolutely. I'm certainly willing to give it the good old college try."
"Excellent," Clint said, grinning. "I'll give you a boost."
Angel rolled her eyes at him. "You just want to look at my ass," she said even as she stepped into his hands to hop up. She wasn't against giving him a good view, after all.
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