Reina McClaine-Hawthorne The night off, it was rare for me. To have one night all to myself. After recent events, I needed a night to cut loose, a night to dance, hear music, to let men think they could have a chance. A night that meant I could have the opportunity to go home with someone, but it would never happen. I'm wearing something that my mother would call shameful. It's red, tight, short, low cut...all the things that would never have been acceptable back then. But I move with the times, I don't let time swallow me whole. I move to the pumping music with a grace most just don't have. I'm noticed. I'm easily noticeable. Tonight is about me. One rare night in the thousands that have passed. My night. For me.

Clint Barton™ I'm here much for the same reasons. To cut loose for a little while and not have to act so sanctimonious in front of the public and media. It could get pretty tiring sometimes living in Cap's shadow of morals and decency. Just because he was the leader of the group, everyone else on the team is expected to be as clean cut. As he walked in, he garnered a little attention from the other party-goers, some brave enough to say 'hello' and 'hey' and 'how's it goin' as he passed by, shaking hands and signing a few autographs. One thing he could admit: he loved the limelight sometimes. He was thinking it as he made his way to the bar.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I see him, of course. My senses are keen, well, they always have been anyway. I could use a drink, a nice cool glass of water. I am glistening after all. Women do that well, I note. Glisten. Men sweat, they stink, but women shine, become more sexy. It's an advantage we have, I suppose. I make my way to the bar, much to the disappointment of a few men who thought they were dancing with me. I was dancing with myself. I knew Clint was a friend of Steve's, it's hard to not know that in this town. I wait until he's sitting, before I step up, and I sit next to him. Legs crossing at the knee, sliding under the bar. I glance to him. "I wish it were more of ye tha' came out...I don' imagine Steve ever comin' ta a place like this." My accent is noticeable. Scottish. I have learned to speak without it, but it is me, I don't ever want to hide who I am. Well, unless I don't want to implicate myself and make it harder to live.

Clint Barton™ He orders a beer, not up for any hard liquor just yet and turns to smile at Reina. "Nah. I think the closest old Stripes has ever come to getting into a place like this is his high school prom." He says using his little nickname for Steve. She does look good, shiny. It's true after all. "Don't think I've ever come here and seen someone order an ice water. Taking it easy tonight?" Probably has a lot more partying to do after this.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Et don' do anythin' for me anyway. Why pay for et...ef I don' 'ave to." I turn my emerald gaze, bat my eyelashes coyly, then simply smile. I know Steve is above places like this, or they would confuse him, or the music just isn't what he'd like. I must say I'm smitten, and I haven't been in ...so long. But I know I cannot get attached, I have to get my mind off of him. Maybe other men would do that for me, maybe not. I have to try. "I'm a'old friend'a Steve's." I offer my hand for the shaking. "Reina.." I tell him, and then I almost grin, waiting for him to take my hand, to feel the rich warmth my touch usually gives off. "Know 'im since tha war..." A long time ago, but it might clue him in that I'm not normal, that I'm...special..like him.

Clint Barton™ Clint's only excuse for that was always that it wasn't his fault that he was so charming sometimes. It was just in his nature to attract attention and this one seemed to be giving him all kinds of it. "Clint Barton, but I got a feeling you knew that already, Reina." Then that last thing she said got his attention. "Since which war?" She couldn't be talking about WW2. That'd make her old enough to be a grandmother.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I smirk some. "Since the war. Aye, WW2, lad. Tha' makes me a'undred and fifty..." I chuckle, it unnerves people. I'm sure he won't be unnerved, he's a charming handsome man, I am a beautiful charming lady. I just look good for my age. When he shakes my hand a warmth would spread up along his arm, would feel wonderful, sensational, but I am not willingly sharing my regeneration, so there is no weakening of will, and no healing. My touch simply brings warmth. "Of course I do." I chuckle then, drawing my hand away. "An..et's McClaine-Hawthorne. Reina McClaine-Hawthorne." I hadn't divulged my full name yet, might as well.

Clint Barton™ "Geez. And I thought Cap looked good for a veteran. My lady, you are, without a doubt, absolutely stunning." That touch seeming to lighten his mood considerably. He's feeling more relaxed already. Still holding her hand, he brings it to his lips and give a light kiss to it. "So you do the club scene often for a senior citizen?"

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I watch him kiss my hand, that should bring a spark but Steve's the only one on my mind, which makes me sigh a little inwardly. I then chuckle at the question, as I lean back and I push my hair over my shoulder. "Aye, ye could say that." I pull my hand free of his then, and I sip my water, the condensation on the side of the glass slips down my wrist, I grab for a napkin to wipe it off. "When I get a day off...I work at tha 'ospital..in tha ER." So hectic is a day that I work. Too hectic sometimes. Too draining when I need to heal people. "An' do ye?"

Clint Barton™ He shrugs a bit. "Well I could give the traditional answer and say that being a hero is it's own reward but while being an Avenger is great, I still like to entertain at the Circus for my spare time. Old being hard to break and all. I never got the chance to go to clubs when I was working so I've just been cutting loose when I'm not working."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Understandable.." I smirk some and I glance around before settling my gaze back to him. He's attractive, but when I look at him I see another's face. I'll have to get over this. It's not ideal. It's not good. It'll end up wrong, and in the end I'll just have to watch him age and wither. So maybe I'll do something stupid and impetuous. Maybe I'll take this young thing home with me tonight...maybe I won't. "Et's hard to get away when ye work so 'ard." I chuckle then. "Wull..ef et's a circus, whut am I?"

Clint Barton™ He has to laugh a bit at her confusion. "No, not the Avengers. I really mean the circus. You know, like Barnum & Bailey. I grew up in one." No one ever seems to believe him when he says that. Some still seem to think it's just a tabloid rumor.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Ah, I though' ye meant et as a euphemism...fer the fans." I chuckle to myself, rolling my eyes a bit at my own misunderstanding. I then fold my hands into my lap, and I lift a brow. He didn't answer the question anyway, maybe I'll say it again. "But..ye still didn' answer my question." It doesn't seem relevant, but, in a way it is.

Clint Barton™ He tilts his head, scratching his chin a bit as he eyed her. "Well, if you threw away your razors for a while, I think you'd make an excellent bearded lady." Sounding serious for a moment before smirking.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I chuckle as I reach out and I nudge his shoulder some. I then snicker and take up some of my quite long hair, and hold it under my chin. "Aye, ye think et suits me?" I then let my hair fall as I laugh, and I take anther sip of my water. I glance to the dance floor and then back to him. "Care...ta dance, Clint?"

Clint Barton™ He laughs at her impression. "Nah, on second though, you'd be better as a tumbler or something involving wearing a skin-tight outfit." Looking at his beer, he finds he's only taken a sip since he started talking to her. Usually he'd be asking for a third by now. "Ms Hawthorne, I would be delighted."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I grin delightedly as I stand, and I offer my hand. I lead him out to the dance floor, probably bringing jealousy from a mixed crowd around us. It's amusing, or it would amuse me if I were paying attention. My focus was on Clint right now. My touch still has that warmth to it, at least I was distracting him from getting drunk and wasting a night on something meaningless. But who is to say this isn't meaningless too? The beat is steady, but slower. This music is meant for close dancing, which I have no objections to.

Clint Barton™ As he's led onto the dance floor, he does notice a few jealous glares as he bows to her before placing one hand on her hip and intending to lead in this slow dance.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I glance down at the touch, then back up to him, one brow lifting subtly. I put my left hand upon his shoulder and keep my right hand in his, letting him lead this dance. "Are ye tryin' ta come onta me?" I'm quiet, yet loud enough for him to hear in this place, my lips closer to his ear as we dance.

Clint Barton™ "Not at all." He says as she leans into him, his voice just as quiet. "Unless of course, you want me to." Either way he wouldn't object, leading slowly to the music. Maybe it was more than a beer that led him in here.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Maybe..a bit.." I pull back to look him in the eyes, my own are glittering, shiny emeralds, before I pull close again. "I don' thenk it'll 'urt anyone if ye did. I 'avent' been come onto in ages.." I smirk then, mostly to myself, this one is a handful, and I know if there's something, it will be really be nothing.

Clint Barton™ His eyes are a pale but sparkling blue, she'd see as he looked into hers. "Well don't you think it's been too long. A beautiful woman should never have to go a lifetime without knowing she drives men crazy." Another small smirk. He really couldn't help it sometimes. The compliments just seem to roll off his tongue but it was easy with pretty girls.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne I smile then, a little more widely, and I tilt my head to the side quietly. He's charming, maybe too much for his own good. I like it, though, I like to know that I can still turn heads, and catch eyes. "Aye, well..et's nice ta 'ear et."

Clint Barton™ "Hey, if it wasn't true, I wouldn't say it. And believe me, I have a lot of women throwing themselves at me often. You seem to be one of the genuine few." The slow dance continued but the rest of the crowd disappeared for the moment.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne It did seem to be only him. I let my hand in his drift up his arm, to rest upon his shoulder, and I let my elbow then come up to rest there, as that hand filters through his hair, toying softly. "I'm nothin' if I'm no' genuine." And he's got me intrigued. He's got me warm. And he's got me thinking less of someone else.

Clint Barton™ He's still looking into her eyes. "Reina, I'm never one to stop someone from flirting with me but, I know when a woman is smitten with someone else. So I don't want you to do something here you will regret later."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Aye, but..et wouldnae end pretty. It wouldnae work..." I let my hand drop back to his shoulder, and I let out a soft breath. "..'e maybe single..but 'e isnae available..and 'e ne'er will be. 'e still lives back then...et's not meant to be." I smile then. "I'm nothin'..ef I ain't realistic."

Clint Barton™ Taking a deep breath, he look past her a moment, at nothing in particular. This may have bad memories written all over it for some reason, looking things over and wondering if this would hurt the team in the long run. It never did when she was with She-Hulk but she had never been romantically involved with Steve. "You sure you wouldn't be hurting yourself...and Steve?"

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "..'e doesnae see me tha' way." I sigh however, and I look him in the eyes. What if I was wrong? What if there was something that Steve felt that I didn't' see. He treated me nice enough, he was sweet. He was kind. But it appeared to be that he did not want me. "..'e doesnae want me, Clint."

Clint Barton™ "You really believe that?" He felt like he had to be sure but in situations like these, sometimes hurting someone was unavoidable.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "I believe et. There es no way...Steve Rogers..wants me...as anythin' more than a friend." I was sure of it. In my heart I was. But there were slivers of doubt splintering my heart. I wasn't sure. I couldn't be sure unless I asked him. Then I sigh. "No...I don' ..know..for sure.."

Clint Barton™ "No one should go through their life or make decisions like this without knowing something that important. Knowing for sure." He looked intently. "Mistakes like that are ones you can regret the rest of your life."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne My eyes gaze into his, and I sigh softly. I lay my head down, then on his shoulder, and I chuckle. "I certainly 'ope this isnae a one time chance." I shake my head, continuing to dance this way, even if the music has picked up in tempo again.

Clint Barton™ "Well it's not like you don't know where to find me, and I'm always available to dance." The song had ended and some people were clearing the floor but he didn't care.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Aye." I grin softly, and I lift my head again, it's odd how I feel right here, he's very comforting, for a flirt. "Then I suppose..ye wouldn' mind if I gave ye my phone number?"

Clint Barton™ Another one of those warm smiles from him. "Of course I wouldn't mind." So perhaps she was more sure of herself than he thought.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Fairly certain. I have trouble reading Steve. He's a sweet kid and all...but sometimes, he doesn't feel like a man. I slip my fingers into the very top part of my dress, the strap by my shoulder, there's a little pocket sewn into the fabric. I pull out a card, and I slip it into his shirt pocket. My name, of course it also says M.D. after my name. It was my business card, but it has my home and cell numbers on it. "Et ne'er 'urts...'specially ef ye e'er find yerself 'urt..." I grin a bit. "I can patch ye up ...better than most."

Clint Barton™ An approving nod. "Cool. In my line of work, I'll need a good doctor. So....I guess we may be seeing a lot more of each other." He assumed she didn't need his address or anything since most of the time he was at The Avenger's mansion, training but.... "Um, here." He dug out a card of his own with a circled A on the front for the Avenger's insignia but wrote his cell phone number on the back. "My personal number so don't pass this out to everyone."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "I'll try ta contain et." I chuckle and I slip that card back to where I pulled mine. I shake my head a bit. Yes, I could find him easily enough. What remains is one man who might make me want to, or not want to. I'll have to see. "But ye know 'ow much money I could get for tha'?" I chuckle then, winking lightly. So I don't mind that we're getting looks, some for jealousy, some for wondering why we're dancing this way, still after the music has changed.

 

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