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Tasha: *doesn't actually -own- anything white. Hopes Clint doesn't have a problem with black and lacy*
Clint: *doesn't care if she owns anything white or not. They're not the traditional type. So he's perfectly fine with black and lacy.*
Tasha: *she really just grabbed the first dress she liked off the rack that they could pay cash for. She's not sure if she'll be able to get him to wear a tie, though*
Clint: *picks out a nice, dark three piece suit but no, there's no way anyone could get him to wear a tie. Not even her.*
Tasha: *she thinks she's seen him in ties for missions before, but she won't push. She's happy he still agreed do this after the pain killers wore off. No, Tasha doesn't think she's worth marrying, no matter how much he tells her she's worth more then she thinks she is.*
Clint: *oh he's worn them for missions. More than once even. It didn't mean that he liked them. As far as he's concerned she's worth marrying. Then again she means everything to him. Even if he's never truly admitted it.*
Tasha: *Him saying yes when she asked proved it. It's less about what Clint has shown her and more about her own insecurities, which she has many. She reached up and smooths out his jacket, beaming at him* We're really doing this, aren't we?
Clint: *smiles, leans forward kissing her and runs fingers through her hair* We're really doing this.
Tasha: *kisses back, blissfully happy for a moment before she pulls back and curses in Russian* We forgot rings!
Clint: *smiles, kisses her and can't help that smile widening at that curse* We can get those.
Tasha: *Hey, he knew she wasn't a lady a long time ago. The only reason that curse was in Russian is to spare the sales girl helping them pick out clothes.* We're gonna run out of cash soon.
Clint: *shakes his head, kisses her softly* Don't be so sure about that. *money wasn't really a problem.*
Tasha: *pulls back and gives him a look* What does that mean?
Clint: It means we have enough money with us, Tasha.
Tasha: *eyes narrow* Do you have a nest egg you're not telling me about, Clint? *because she only brought a few grand, and let's face it that dress would clear half that out*
Clint: You brought yours and I brought mine.
Tasha: I didn't bring all of mine. *she wasn't expecting to be on the run after the little family reunion, Clint*
Clint: I didn't bring all of mine but it doesn't mean we'll be near broke any time soon.
Tasha: *grins, nods, reaches in his pocket for his wallet...after a bit of searching* Then lets go find some rings.
Clint: *laughs and just lets her go routing through his pocket until she comes up with his wallet* Mmm... yeah, lets go find those rings.
Tasha: *tosses some money at the sales girl for the dress and suit and tugs him out the door to the brightly colored Las Vegas streets* We could just stay here. Sin City...no one would be able to find us. *that's wishful thinking, of course*
Clint: *shakes his head, walks out with her and smiles a little* I don't care where we stay just as long as I've always got you by my side, Tasha.
Tasha: *pulls him down the crowded street, keeping close to him with her arm wrapped though his* What would we do here?
Clint: *laughs* Work the casinos? *he's half teasing*
Tasha: *sticks her tongue out* You'd make an awful showgirl. You don't have the legs for it.
Clint: I may make an awful showgirl but I'd make a hell of a bouncer.
Tasha: You'd be too effective. No one could ever get in. *smirks* How's your poker face? *she knows the answer already*
Clint: *laughs* My poker face is exceptional and you know it.
Tasha: *she grins and points to a sign advertising high stakes poker* Feeling lucky? *it's not like the wedding chapels in Vegas aren't 24/7*
Clint: *smirks* Lets go have some fun.
Tasha: *moves her hand down to his, then tugs him towards the casino the poker game is being held at, grinning all the while*
Clint: *threads his fingers through hers and moves toward the casino, right toward the back poker table where the game was being held*
Tasha: *it's a 100,000 dollar buy in, but Tasha is cool about it. Clint can handle that, can't he? She kisses him and whispers with a teasing smile* For luck.
Clint: *Of course he can handle that. Why wouldn't he be able to? He kisses her back with a smile* Saying I need it?
Tasha: *smirks* Nope. *she's confident he can wipe the floor with these guys*
Clint: *of course he can, he's not going to brag about it though. No, instead he's just going to play keeping Natasha in his line of sight when he can as well*
Tasha: *there's a place for all the wives, girlfriends and the like to sit. Most of them look bored, Natasha tries to blend in*
Clint: *tries not to laugh at her trying to fit in. If it were up to him he'd pull her right down into his lap*
Tasha: *that is probably against the rules and could get Clint disqualified. Maybe he should be paying attention to his cards and not her*
Clint: *Oh don't worry, his eyes are on his cards. He's also keeping an eye on the other players as well out of the corner of his eye. Each one of them has a tell and their poker face really isn't all that but he wouldn't say that to them*
Tasha: *she in turn is watching him, her expression blank as she tries to look like the two of them do this all the time. These are professionals he's up against. She's nervous*
Clint: *if he knew that she was nervous he'd of just smiled. The first round is in their favor luckily and some of the men aren't too happy about losing their money but they just think it's beginner's luck. Maybe.*
Tasha: *people keep trying to make small talk with her. She ignores them, her eyes firmly fixed on what Clint's doing*
Clint: *just so no one says anything he loses a hand or two before going back to winning a few hands. There's probably even a few mutters of 'Kid's pretty good.'*
Tasha: *I'm sorry. No one calls her boyfriend, erm, fiancé a kid. She glares at anyone who calls him that, too*
Clint: *has no problem being called 'kid' if only because it's something from his past that he's used to. However, Tasha defending that is amusing and he likes it. However, he's focused on the game.*
Tasha: *more and more players end up knocked out, and Tasha starts to pace. She's got no reason to hide that she's nervous*
Clint: *the fact that she isn't hiding it makes it look more... real. It means that she's worried about whether her guy will win or not. After all too much good luck can be a bad thing.*
Tasha: *It's a lot of money, Clint. Almost ALL of the money they had with them and when it'd down to the wire suddenly the gamble isn't as thrilling as she thought it would be. She has faith in Clint, completely but sometimes the cards fall the way they fall*
Clint: *he knows how much money there is which is why he doesn't bet ALL of it. He loses some and gains some. Come the time he turns and folds, saying that he's out. He doesn't want to push their luck. Even if some of those men probably aren't happy about that.*
Tasha: *maybe they're getting old or something, but she's very proud of him for walking away when he does. She hurries out of her seat, linking her arm though his when she reaches him*
We would buy a house. *she beams at him*
Clint: *its something like that at any rate. He just knew he had to walk away. He smiles before leaning down to kiss her softly*
We could. We'd just have to figure out where we wanted to live.
Tasha: *she rests her head against him, smirking*
We have to get married, first. And for that we need rings.
Clint: *grins, moving his arm to wrap around her waist* Well... I saw a jeweler store not that far from here. Lets go get our rings then go get married.
Tasha: *slides her hand down to wrap her fingers through his* That's the best plan you've ever had.
Clint: *laughs* And here I thought being with you was the best plan I've ever had.
Tasha: *smiles, looks at him fondly* You had a plan to make that happen?
Clint: *smiles, leans down to kiss her softly* Well... I had to figure out a way to date you. I mean we were close but still... everything had to be perfect.
Tasha: *Looks down, biting her lip* I kinda shot that plan in the ass when I kissed you, didn't I?
Clint: *laughs, smiles a bit more* A little but everything is still perfect.
Tasha: *kisses his cheek* You'll have to show my how the plan was going to go sometime.
Clint: Maybe one of these days. Right now though... *squeezes her hand* Rings.
Tasha: *nods, running her thumb over his ring finger* Rings. Wedding rings. *she's going to go a bit girly for a moment*
Clint: *watches her before leading her into the jewelers that he'd seen earlier so they could check out some rings*
Tasha: *she appreciates him not saying anything about her acting like a complete girl. It's only going to get worse with rings and getting married, though. Like now, Black Widow is distracted by all the pretty shinies*
Clint: *doesn't care if she owns anything white or not. They're not the traditional type. So he's perfectly fine with black and lacy.*
Tasha: *she really just grabbed the first dress she liked off the rack that they could pay cash for. She's not sure if she'll be able to get him to wear a tie, though*
Clint: *picks out a nice, dark three piece suit but no, there's no way anyone could get him to wear a tie. Not even her.*
Tasha: *she thinks she's seen him in ties for missions before, but she won't push. She's happy he still agreed do this after the pain killers wore off. No, Tasha doesn't think she's worth marrying, no matter how much he tells her she's worth more then she thinks she is.*
Clint: *oh he's worn them for missions. More than once even. It didn't mean that he liked them. As far as he's concerned she's worth marrying. Then again she means everything to him. Even if he's never truly admitted it.*
Tasha: *Him saying yes when she asked proved it. It's less about what Clint has shown her and more about her own insecurities, which she has many. She reached up and smooths out his jacket, beaming at him* We're really doing this, aren't we?
Clint: *smiles, leans forward kissing her and runs fingers through her hair* We're really doing this.
Tasha: *kisses back, blissfully happy for a moment before she pulls back and curses in Russian* We forgot rings!
Clint: *smiles, kisses her and can't help that smile widening at that curse* We can get those.
Tasha: *Hey, he knew she wasn't a lady a long time ago. The only reason that curse was in Russian is to spare the sales girl helping them pick out clothes.* We're gonna run out of cash soon.
Clint: *shakes his head, kisses her softly* Don't be so sure about that. *money wasn't really a problem.*
Tasha: *pulls back and gives him a look* What does that mean?
Clint: It means we have enough money with us, Tasha.
Tasha: *eyes narrow* Do you have a nest egg you're not telling me about, Clint? *because she only brought a few grand, and let's face it that dress would clear half that out*
Clint: You brought yours and I brought mine.
Tasha: I didn't bring all of mine. *she wasn't expecting to be on the run after the little family reunion, Clint*
Clint: I didn't bring all of mine but it doesn't mean we'll be near broke any time soon.
Tasha: *grins, nods, reaches in his pocket for his wallet...after a bit of searching* Then lets go find some rings.
Clint: *laughs and just lets her go routing through his pocket until she comes up with his wallet* Mmm... yeah, lets go find those rings.
Tasha: *tosses some money at the sales girl for the dress and suit and tugs him out the door to the brightly colored Las Vegas streets* We could just stay here. Sin City...no one would be able to find us. *that's wishful thinking, of course*
Clint: *shakes his head, walks out with her and smiles a little* I don't care where we stay just as long as I've always got you by my side, Tasha.
Tasha: *pulls him down the crowded street, keeping close to him with her arm wrapped though his* What would we do here?
Clint: *laughs* Work the casinos? *he's half teasing*
Tasha: *sticks her tongue out* You'd make an awful showgirl. You don't have the legs for it.
Clint: I may make an awful showgirl but I'd make a hell of a bouncer.
Tasha: You'd be too effective. No one could ever get in. *smirks* How's your poker face? *she knows the answer already*
Clint: *laughs* My poker face is exceptional and you know it.
Tasha: *she grins and points to a sign advertising high stakes poker* Feeling lucky? *it's not like the wedding chapels in Vegas aren't 24/7*
Clint: *smirks* Lets go have some fun.
Tasha: *moves her hand down to his, then tugs him towards the casino the poker game is being held at, grinning all the while*
Clint: *threads his fingers through hers and moves toward the casino, right toward the back poker table where the game was being held*
Tasha: *it's a 100,000 dollar buy in, but Tasha is cool about it. Clint can handle that, can't he? She kisses him and whispers with a teasing smile* For luck.
Clint: *Of course he can handle that. Why wouldn't he be able to? He kisses her back with a smile* Saying I need it?
Tasha: *smirks* Nope. *she's confident he can wipe the floor with these guys*
Clint: *of course he can, he's not going to brag about it though. No, instead he's just going to play keeping Natasha in his line of sight when he can as well*
Tasha: *there's a place for all the wives, girlfriends and the like to sit. Most of them look bored, Natasha tries to blend in*
Clint: *tries not to laugh at her trying to fit in. If it were up to him he'd pull her right down into his lap*
Tasha: *that is probably against the rules and could get Clint disqualified. Maybe he should be paying attention to his cards and not her*
Clint: *Oh don't worry, his eyes are on his cards. He's also keeping an eye on the other players as well out of the corner of his eye. Each one of them has a tell and their poker face really isn't all that but he wouldn't say that to them*
Tasha: *she in turn is watching him, her expression blank as she tries to look like the two of them do this all the time. These are professionals he's up against. She's nervous*
Clint: *if he knew that she was nervous he'd of just smiled. The first round is in their favor luckily and some of the men aren't too happy about losing their money but they just think it's beginner's luck. Maybe.*
Tasha: *people keep trying to make small talk with her. She ignores them, her eyes firmly fixed on what Clint's doing*
Clint: *just so no one says anything he loses a hand or two before going back to winning a few hands. There's probably even a few mutters of 'Kid's pretty good.'*
Tasha: *I'm sorry. No one calls her boyfriend, erm, fiancé a kid. She glares at anyone who calls him that, too*
Clint: *has no problem being called 'kid' if only because it's something from his past that he's used to. However, Tasha defending that is amusing and he likes it. However, he's focused on the game.*
Tasha: *more and more players end up knocked out, and Tasha starts to pace. She's got no reason to hide that she's nervous*
Clint: *the fact that she isn't hiding it makes it look more... real. It means that she's worried about whether her guy will win or not. After all too much good luck can be a bad thing.*
Tasha: *It's a lot of money, Clint. Almost ALL of the money they had with them and when it'd down to the wire suddenly the gamble isn't as thrilling as she thought it would be. She has faith in Clint, completely but sometimes the cards fall the way they fall*
Clint: *he knows how much money there is which is why he doesn't bet ALL of it. He loses some and gains some. Come the time he turns and folds, saying that he's out. He doesn't want to push their luck. Even if some of those men probably aren't happy about that.*
Tasha: *maybe they're getting old or something, but she's very proud of him for walking away when he does. She hurries out of her seat, linking her arm though his when she reaches him*
We would buy a house. *she beams at him*
Clint: *its something like that at any rate. He just knew he had to walk away. He smiles before leaning down to kiss her softly*
We could. We'd just have to figure out where we wanted to live.
Tasha: *she rests her head against him, smirking*
We have to get married, first. And for that we need rings.
Clint: *grins, moving his arm to wrap around her waist* Well... I saw a jeweler store not that far from here. Lets go get our rings then go get married.
Tasha: *slides her hand down to wrap her fingers through his* That's the best plan you've ever had.
Clint: *laughs* And here I thought being with you was the best plan I've ever had.
Tasha: *smiles, looks at him fondly* You had a plan to make that happen?
Clint: *smiles, leans down to kiss her softly* Well... I had to figure out a way to date you. I mean we were close but still... everything had to be perfect.
Tasha: *Looks down, biting her lip* I kinda shot that plan in the ass when I kissed you, didn't I?
Clint: *laughs, smiles a bit more* A little but everything is still perfect.
Tasha: *kisses his cheek* You'll have to show my how the plan was going to go sometime.
Clint: Maybe one of these days. Right now though... *squeezes her hand* Rings.
Tasha: *nods, running her thumb over his ring finger* Rings. Wedding rings. *she's going to go a bit girly for a moment*
Clint: *watches her before leading her into the jewelers that he'd seen earlier so they could check out some rings*
Tasha: *she appreciates him not saying anything about her acting like a complete girl. It's only going to get worse with rings and getting married, though. Like now, Black Widow is distracted by all the pretty shinies*
