3275/Double Entendre Intended

Double Entendre Intended
Date of Scene:	29 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hawkeye (Barton), Quake, Darcy Lewis

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Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Pool night at Fast Eddies, Clint's grabbed an unmarked car from the motor pool for the occasion, his own being somewhat permanently out of commission due a parademon landing on it during the invasion. Turns out property damage was never fun when it was your property. For now though the SHIELD car, a nondescript black sedan with tinted windows, would do.

Rolling up to where he left Skye and Darcy, he brings the car to a stop and rolls down the one of those tinted windows on the passenger side. Beaming behind purple tinted shades, he calls out "Hey ladies, you wanna see how I handle my stick?"

Yep, it was going to be a night full of that sort of talk, so hide the kids!

Quake has posed:
Skye was totally dressed for a night on the town. Well, her idea of a night on the town - you know, jeans, a tank top, comfy shoes (sorry, Clint, no heels tonight!). And, you know, a jacket, because it is cold as Eff out, being late November and all. Practically butting up against December now. Holidays. Mistletoe. Carols. The rabip deterioration of humanity in the face of ever-growing lines, canned holiday music, and Santas on every corner.

Or, you know, in the case of Skye, just another soul sucking reminder of how shitty growing up was.

But tonight? Pool! At a bar. With actual beating Clints ass involved.

At least that was the plan.

"Hey, Darce," she grins, elbowing the other lady. "Look what just rolled up."

She leans in on the open window of the vehicle, giving a smirk. "Play with your stick, huh? Sure you dont want to rethink that? Need at least one hand on the wheel to drive, and Im thinking youre going to need two hands to find the other."

She gestures with her hands a distance of about two inches apart. Clearly misrepresenting things in an exaggerated manner, and unbeknownst to Darcy, carrying on a running joke between the couple started back during a training session.

Skye, utterly unrepentant.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Oh! Skye went there! Darcy, grinning like she won backstage passes to a Bon Jovi concert, opens the backdoor for herself and slips in just as quietly and demurely as can be. She is gathering intel right now, okay? Let her.

Likewise dressed for the occasion, Darcy is in leggings (without holes torn in them) and a long sweater dress which will likely get pulled off the moment they get to the pool hall. A heavy coat - really, it's only late November there is no reason for a parka - and her red beanie round off her attire. Darcy closes the door for herself and sets her purse in her lap. Skye gets shotgun. Afterall, Clint's gonna need an extra hand to find his stick.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint's grin doesnt falter when Skye takes that shot at his dick size. And why not he knew she knew different. Still never letting good snark lie he lovingly extends his middle finger "Really? I thought it was this big at least, Keyboard." His grin goes from okay I am having fun to shit eating. "Now are you good to get in or do I need to check if theres a booster seat in the trunk?"

That's right. Stretch here went for the short joke.

He glances back at Darcy in the mirror. He greets, "Hey Darce, enjoying the show?"

Oh, and clothes? Like the ladies he's dressed for the occasion with his least rumpled pair of jeans, a faded Avengers t-shirt in black and his purple and black leather racing jacket, oh and those shades, the purple tinted shades.

Quake has posed:
"ooooo," Skye laughs at the middle finger. "You wish it were that big, Hotshot."

She's about to lean in and kiss his cheek when the short joke hits, so he gets a bop to the shoulder with a balled up fist. "Low blow, Hotshot. Pretty funny for a man who thinks he's getting some tonight." Laughing.

Telling Darcy, "Geez, tell a man you love him once and look what happens."

She doesn't even relent on the kiss until she's in the front and buckling in.

"Darcy is taking notes. She wishes she were us."

Skye: equal opportunity disser.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Happily settled in the back, Darcy's green eyes flick from speaker to speaker, watching the insults volley back and forth. Still red from work lips widen in a broad grin.
"Immensely," she replies, voice a sing song. Skye's diss has the single girl in the back rolling a shoulder and relaxing back without a care in the world.

"Of course I'm taking notes," she assures. Her tone promises mischief to come.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Aww, no kiss? Clint regrets nothing. "Low blow? If you don't like me cracking short jokes, Keyboard, don't softball them in like that," he says with a shake of his head. "Besides, like you could resist me."

He decides to do something about the kiss situation and puts one right on her cheek. Mwah! Well, if she doesn't swat him away!

No matter how it goes, Clint gives Darcy a big grin before turning his eyes forward. "Of course she does, who wouldn't?" he asks grinning as he puts the car in gear and gets them underway.

Quake has posed:
There's a snort from Skye, who takes the kiss on her cheek. "That was a pity bunt, Hotshot, and you know it. Surprised you didn't need me to escort you to first base while I was at it." Okay, so she's mixing a few of the metaphors in there a bit, but the idea is clear: Barton is sooooooo lame, he needs help with the disses.

Oh, yeah, this is going to be a fun night.

Once buckled in, she turns between the other two, "So, where are we headed off to anyway? And what's the deal on this bet?" She's sure there's a bet.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Still watching the dissing as if it were a tennis match, Darcy is far too quiet sitting in the back seat. The grinning smirk hasn't faded.

No, she hasn't comments on wishing she were like them. Nope. The time is not yet right.

"We're going out to watch Clint play with his stick. He's a crack shot, so you're my secret weapon. We're gonna try to distract the hell out of him so he misses a shot," Darcy says, eyes flitting out a window to watching the city sweep by.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Really, you diss my disses and that's the best you can come up with? See what I'm dealing with, Darce?"

Clint drives them across the long ass bridge from the Triskelion to reality and flashes his badge on the way out. Then. it's just the streets of New York city pre-holidays, people putting out lights Santas shaking bells for donations, people spending waaay too much money. It was cold but not snowing yet. A good time of year in Clint's book.

Clint chuckles at Darcy's explanation and fills in the blanks. "We're going to Fast Eddies, a pool hall Darce showed me one time. As for bets, I'm open, and trust me, Darcy should warn you, distraction doesn't work on me."

And just like that they're at Fast Eddies, and Clint is turning off the engine. "C'mon girls, it's time for me to whip my stick out."

Quake has posed:
"I had to tone the sass down, I mean I wouldn't want you crying before your big game." Skye grins. "Fast Eddies, huh?"

She's heard of it. It's not a place she's been to in the recent past, but there was a time..

When Clint says distraction doesn't work on him, Skye actually snorts her laughter. "You did not just say that with a straight face. I happen to know exactly how well distraction works on you. And if that was some cheapshot challenge hoping I'll throw some debauchery into the mix, you are sooooo out of your league." Which isn't actually a denial of doing such things.

"Speaking of things that don't distract. Good on your for announcing it, Hotshot. We might have missed the.." Skye coughs gently, ".. big... reveal."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy just smiles, that too innocent smile of hers. Clint doesn't distract easily, for Darcy. But, by now, it's clear the archer has a soft spot for the coder. Something Darcy plans to take full advantage of. Skye's annoucement of Clint hoping she'll throw in debauchery is just the icing on the cake.

Buttercreamcheese frosting.

And a fucking goddamn cherry.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs. "You're trying hard, but your shots, they're just not landing," he says grinning as he drives.

Clint wasn't actually joking about the distraction, but he keeps his trap shut when debauchery is thrown out there, he only laughs. "Pfft. Like I'd throw a challenge like that out." Oh, he totally would, he just didn't think of it at the time.

Clint gets out and smiles ever-so-sweetly at Skye across the roof of the car, "Aww, keep it up, Keyboard, I may just ditch you hear and take Darcy home with me tonight. You wouldn't mind, would you Darce?"

He leads the way into the bar, "Grab a table," he says to the girls. "And what do you want to drink, my treat first round."

Quake has posed:
Skye makes a mouth of her hand, totally sinking to the lowest common denominator of their dissing one another, "Your mouth is moving but I can't hear you." He makes short jokes. She makes deaf jokes. Somehow they make it work.

She shakes her head at him.

The comment about taking Darcy home has Skye slowing her steps and giving Clint a long, quiet look before she slaps a smirk on her face and tells him, "Oh? And WHO is taking Darcy home? Because I think Glittertits over there likes the taco a lot more than the joystick."

She did too say taco.

"How about it, Tits? Hotshot over there gest too cocky, you and me? I have a table that's woefully cherry." ..So she did hear part of that conversation the night of the dinner party.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Following along after, Darcy has not stopped grinning. THese two are just plain amusing. She approves.

Hands in her pockets to keep them warm, because she loved the dessert heat and this far north is too fucking cold for her, Darcy's brows kick up as she's addressed about tacos and joysticks.

"I don't discriminate. It's rude. You get ditched, I'll ride that stick hard and put it away wet. I'll send you pics." Her green eyes flit to Clint.

"You get to cocky, and you'll wish you had pics of us decherrying that table in so many ways it'll make your head spin."

Darcy puts her arm about Skye's waist to lead her away from Clint at his request they find a table.

"You both play your cards right, and things get interesting. Go! Get us balls, Barton. Skye, come. Let's find a flat surface for his balls and some sticks to play with."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs before he signs, 'I hate you, Keyboard' to her. By now she's seen that enough times to know what it means.

That long slow look though. Ouch. Crossed a line there and he knew it. He's quiet about the rest of the joking down that line until they get into the bar. He smiles as he heads to the bar, "It's the three of us, interesting was guaranteed!" he calls back to Darcy, the heads to the bar. He orders two beers, three shots, then slips the bartender an extra ten as he reaches into coat pocket and produces a beer can. "I know. No drinks from home, but trust me, this is funny."

The bartender seems not to mind and in a minute, Clint finds the ladies at their chosen table with, balls, three shots of bourbon, two long neck beers and a can of that frou-frou stuff. The frou-frou one is totally for Skye.

Quake has posed:
Without missing a beat, Skye balls her left hand into a fist, and takes the palm of her right, hitting the top of her left fist sharply and sliding that palm across it in a classic 'fuck you' sign. Skye smiles sweetly. "Learned that just for you Hotshot," she tells him.

And, yep. He crossed a line there. She let it go, though. They were out with a friend and they were going to have fun.

Skye follows Darcy as Clint orders them drinks. "Oh? I'm afraid to ask, but how interesting is interesting, and when you say play our cards right..?" But she's laughing hard about the way Darce talks about the table. Both tables: Her dining, and the pool table. "Oh my god, Tits, just.. just how many ways are we talking about?"

Skye's repetoire doesn't extend to a whole photo gallery of positions. She's beginning to wonder if she missed something..

She's just sat down when Clint drops the frou-frou beer in front of her. "How? The fuck?" Oh, she's laughing even as she's giving him a whole other kind of look. But from the peanut gallery, it's a good look. Might even be a 'you just got out of sleeping on the couch' look for that.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"As interesting as you two want. You're both fucking hot as hell, and I wouldn't mind being an extra bit of spice. As for how many ways... Shitcode: All the ways," Darcy replies grinning and letting Skye's waist go so she can settle to a chair. That froufrou beer has Darcy grinnig.

Clint's a good guy. And the melty of Skye's expression is too sweet. Darcy's smirk softens as she turns away to get the pool cues. It buys Clint some time with Skye before Darcy's back, reaching in, and grabbing a shot.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Ripping him in sign? Oh, god, this is why he loved Skye. He grins and signs back, 'kiss my ass' which is pretty self explanatory.

The amusement from that carries him through their little down moment until he catches that look and meets it with a big shit eating grin, and a pair of waggled brows. "I have my ways," he says, then as Darcy's given them a moment, puts a hand on Skye's beer to keep it from spilling and uses the moment for a quick, but enthusiastic kiss.

Quake has posed:
Skye's eyes widen at Clint's response. Hers? Thumb to middle finger, which she then shakes at him. Something of a 'fuck-you'.

But she's still grinning. And when he leans in for that kiss, she's not only willing, she returns it in kind. "You're an asshole," she tells him with laughing fondness. "Why'd I ever agree to date you in the first place, again?"

Not to ignore Darcy, Skye tells the other "You're spice, now, are you? Is that like saying you're an acquired taste? Make sure to get Hotshot here the warped stick. A left leaner if you can."

She tells Clint, "See? Darcy thinks I'm hot. And your ass is sooooo going to be ours before this night is through. Darcy has a secret weapon."

Which Darcy has totally claimed she has, and might even be telling the truth about, but Skye's secret is /she's/ the secret weapon. Not knowing how well, or if Darcy plays (and Skye is willing to bet the girl does, and well), Skye is figuring neither is suspecting that she, herself, has a clue about the game. The question that remains is: When does she let that little tidbit shine through? Just how long does she pretend she hasn't a clue?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Of course I'm fucking spice. Not pumpkin. That shit's basic as fuck. I'm the good shit. The shit that'll turn your eyes fucking blue," Darcy retorts. Because that movie was classic. She hands Clint the stick that had wobbled the worst when she rolled them on the felt. If it's left-leaning only time will tell. A wink is given to Skye.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy Lewis says, "Totes do," agrees Glittertits with a shit-eating grin at the notion of having a secret weapon. She's also not at all afraid to use it."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Smiling as their kiss breaks, Clint says, "Because a scary Russian lady said so?" and the best part? Almost sort of true.

God? Did his ex just wingman for him? He shrugs. On with the game!

Taking the offered stick he lays it out on his arms and can see the bend. He shakes his help. "Bent sticks, secret weapons, doesn't matter." He takes a moment to spin the stick in his hand, all cool, specialist SHIELD agent style before he brings it to a stop. "The simple truth is, I can shoot pool, and you guys, not so much."

Actually, he'd never seen Skye shoot pool, so, he had no idea what he was in far from that end of the partnership. Still he was confident he could take them.

Quake has posed:
Skye Johnson says, "Nice lot of talk, Hotshot." She makes a mouth of her hand and flaps her fingers at him. "What was the bet again? For when you lose and we come to collect?"

Skye looks utterly and completely smug as she picks up her cue. It's a public joint. She doesn't expect anything spectacular of the quality of the thing. She's already decided, though that she's not going to roll it on the table as obviously as Darcy had. No sense alerting Mr. Smug himself before she has to. Better to save that little tidbit until later, when he completely thinks things have gone his way.

As in all things Clint and Skye, there was this undercurrent of competition, and give and take.

"Yeah, Nat kinda is responsible, isn't she?"

Turning to Darcy, "Heh. The Spice must flow? I thought I was the only one who thought of things like that at times like this. But you're right about that pumpkin shit. Who thought that was a cool idea anyway?"

Skye can totally picture a boardroom full of grown men secretly laughing up their sleeves as they remark on their genius ploy to strip folks of their money by creating a false market for something that really tasted like shit. She'd exposed things like that. Well, worse than that, but along the same lines.

"And if you're bringing the girls out, no fair just flashing Hotshot there. Just saying."

Skye's seen them before. As far as girls went, Darcy's were impressive. Not that Skye swung that way. But she could appreciate a nice set of ta-tas. Especially since her own were rather a more modest small handful.

"So, who starts? That's the word, right? We flip a coin or something?" It really hurt Skye to even say that."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Douches," Darcy replies to Skye of the pumpkin spice masterminds. She has her own stick, which she's holding with all the false bravado that Clint knows she possesses. Her brows lift at Skye.

"I'm insulted you think I wasn't going to flash you too," she remarks as she moves to the table to break.

"I'm the best at sucking. I'll break the balls, then Skye can do some stuff and maybe Clint'll get a turn," she states because this is fair in her mind.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint says, "Dunno, we didn't ever set the terms. What do you ladies think is fair?"

Skye's smugness is noted, but it's Skye and they've been joking, so it doesn't raise any flags. "Just don't make it too hard on yourselves if you lose. I'm a good guy, but a bet is a bet," he smiles putting the cue across his shoulders.

The remark about Nat gets a nod but no further comment.

Pumpkin spice? Yeah, not his thing, but the reference, "Dune right?" he asks the ladies before there's mentions of flashing and he's smirking again. "Well you're both welcome to try, but I'm not sure how much good it's going to do..." he teases, egging them on.

Skye's remark almost has him flinching despite thinking it's genuine. "Sure Darcy, break us some balls, Skye can play with them and I'll put things in holes with my stick."

Quake has posed:
"We win," Skye grins, "All expenses day out for us, on you. Complete with you chauffeuring us around, and a dinner of our choosing."

A smirk to Darcy as the other makes to take the break. "Sound fair Glitter Tits?"

She still hasn't decided how long she plans on stringing Clint around. Heck, she's not even sure if Darcy knows what she's got on her team, but she doubts Darce is a slouch.

There's a laugh from Skye, hip checking Clint as she moves around the table. "Hey, I sleep with you. None of those lies about your ability to use a stick and sink things in holes."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Skye's opinion of Darcy's ability to play pool is far far too high. Darcy sets up, lines up, and barely makes a dent in scattering the balls. Nothing goes in, and the cue ball is stuck in the middle of a clusterfuck of colors.

"I love it, Shitcode. Your turn!"

Darcy? should NEVER play pool for a living. Unless she's sharking them. Clint's played against her once. He knows that Darcy is no shark. She's horrible at this game.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint considers the bet. "And when I win, you girls do the same?" he suggests as his end of the arrangement.

As for Darce's skills? Yeah, this was bad even compared to their last game. He laughs when he sees that disaster of a table, giving Skye a big grin.

"That's right Keyboard, your turn."

Though he flinches at the stick and holes diss he gets back from Skye. "Well I haven't heard any complaints yet," he grins at her.

Quake has posed:
Skye makes a face at Clint, "Oooo, I see. Can dish it but can't take it, huh?"

She relents enough to blow him a kiss. "I'll remember to fill out the customer service survey next time."

Darcy's break though.. oh sweet gods above and below that was painful. It physically hurt Skye to look at that table as Darcy left it. "You have to be kidding me," she murmurs under her breath, the first hints of doubt hitting her brain over perhaps she'd read this situation all wrong - that Darcy and Clint hadn't a relationship of trading wins and maybe, just maybe this was all going to end badly for the pair of girls.

Well, might. If Darcy wasn't playing at being an idiot at the game, and truly sucked, at least Skye knew that she was more than adequate to the task.

Or will be. There was the whole matter of leading Clint down the garden path along the way.

Her stick is pretty sucky, even if it is decent enough for pool hall fare, and for this round she doesn't even bother to try and get the best angle of it, just leaning over the table, and frowning. "How am I supposed to hit that stupid thing where it is?"

She stops short of actually suggesting that she get to pick it up and move it to a better position. It takes her a bit to find something of an angle where she can get her stick into the fray and hit the cue ball without smacking the rest with her stick or arms or..

All she succeeds in doing is scattering all the balls about in a better semblance of the spread Darcy should have made of them. Giving the layout of the table a beaming smile. "Damn. Didn't sink anything, but look, the white ball isn't hiding anymore."

Darcy is given an apologetic shrug. "Sorry. I'll do better next time."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
And here Darcy thought her break wasn't all that bad. Some of the balls had moved more than an inch away and only like the very center of them were still stuck together. A drink was taken and Darcy smiled at Skye.

"No worries, beautiful," Darcy says. She knows full well that she's going to lose. Having to take Barton and his girl out on a date sounded fun and wasn't something Darcy minded doing in the slightest, so she leans back on the high table nearby. She looks so relaxed and so calm about it all. Clint knows that she's completely prepared to lose miserably. Skye might take it as Darcy baiting someone down a rabbit hole.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint is doing his best to keep that smug grin in check, but his best simply isn't good enough. With Darcy's break and Skye's lousy second shot, Clint still has the choice of stripes and solids, and good thing too, the random ass way the balls are scattered would have made things more difficult.

As it was, he scans the table and then leans in quickly, "Nine in the corner pocket," he says then give the cue ball a tap, it rolls between a couple of others to nudge the nine into the pocket, the cue ball rolling back to give him a shot at the twelve. He leans over the table again, to take the shot, but stops.

"We never set the rules, last time Darcy and I did turn and turn, do you guys want that or can I just run the table now?" he asks with a grin.

Quake has posed:
Skye really doesn't know what to make of Darcy in this. The woman is a font of projecting a confident image and believing it. From Skye's perspective confident ability and confident bull shit coming off of Darcy are about the same at this particular moment.

Unfortunately there just isn't any way to subtly ask the woman if they were both playing Clint. Though why would Darce be playing' him given the other had gone up against him in the past? It didn't all puzzle out well, unless Skye went fully with Darcy's break was..exactly what it appeared to be on surface:

A really lousy break.

And that Darcy wasn't all so great at this Live a little and learn a little, right?

Skye shrugs at Clint, peering at him in what she hoped conveyed suitable confusion and couldn't care less. "You tell us. What do people usually do? Take turns or play until someone makes a mistake."

Makes a mistake. Yeah, that's how she put it, skirting around the edges of deliberate stupidity as she turns to her partner in this crime and asks her, "What do you say? Turns or that other thing?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I totally play turns, because otherwise it's just me sitting back watching Barton's ass which isn't a bad way to spend a night," Darcy comments, taking another swig of her beer, and giving Skye a wink. I checked out your man's ass before he was your man. He is acceptible. You're welcome.

"But still. I like to hit balls with sticks too. I'm just hoping my distraction works better this time," she adds, turning to look at Clint.

"I could have sworn you were fucking gay as shit when you didn't even look DOWN last time," Darcy grouces, leaning forward and pointing to her neckline. Hello! Eeyes down here!

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Well," Clint says leaning heavily on his pool queue, "Most people play shoot 'till you miss, until they play me once and then after that it's all, turns! Turns!" Clint boasts with the smugness returning. "So, may as well make it turns so you ladies have something to do besides look at my ass." He turns his back towards the ladies to give his ass a wiggle, then turns back to the table. "What do you say Skye? Turns?"

"Gay? Really?" Clint smirks, "Nah, just figured the best way to mess with you was not to notice. Like I said, get a lot of practice with that on account of work."

When Darcy urges a look, Clint smirks, and says to Skye, "Gonna need a ruling here boss," he says cheekily. "Can I oggle your friend's boobs?"

Quake has posed:
Skye snorts a complaint. "Suuuure, check out his ass and not mine." But she can't argue, watching Clint Barton's hindquarters isn't a bad way to spend an evening. Smirking as she takes a swig of her own beer - frou-frou such as it is - and partakes of a few moments of appreciating the view herself. Shaking her head at Clint's smugness.

"Sure, that turns thing sounds great. You know for now."

She has to laugh at Darcy, though, "I swear, he's either not gay, or he's the damned greatest liar there is. I mean, I'm not loaning him to you for proof positive, but I'll throw myself on the testing out the theory he's into girls grenade for the both of us. Cause I'm just great like that."

She nearly chokes on a mouthful of beer when Clint's question comes. "She puts those puppies on view, they're fair game. As long as we're talking just looking. I mean, might be a friend or two of yours I'd like a second look at. I think this is fair." Smirking at him all the way.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Damn striaght he can look!" Darcy tells Skye, sounding indignant.

"Fuck. Play too. Shit, you wanna play you can, cause Skye, I've already checked out your ass. It's how I guessed your size for Barton's present."

All while still leaned forward for the oogling.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs, "Well maybe if you gave yours a shake, Darcy would look," he replies to Skye. "Worked for me."

"Turns it is," he confirms then, all the votes taken.

"In fact, because we're such good friends, I promise to let Skye test me out a few times tonight when we get home, sound fair?" Clint asks.

"Done then," Clint says helping himself to a long look at Darcy's rack, before he leans in to take his second shot. "Okay 11 in corner," he says before a slow smirk crosses his lips. The stick goes low, and the cue ball is arced up in a gentle lob for that clevage.

"Ooops," Clint smiles.

Quake has posed:
"Wow, with friends like that, huh Darce?" Skye snorts and reaches over to give one of Clint's buttcheeks a squeeze. Her timing is impecable, managing to avoid disrupting his shot, but with the clear implication that she could have. "A few times, huh? Lucky me."

"Turns," Skye agrees. Watching the ball aimed for Darcy's cleavage.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"AH!!!!" Darcy screams and ungracefully flails backwards to avoid the ball flying at her boobs. Still hits its mark, but in short order Darcy's stool tips over and Darcy falls flat to her back on the floor. It draws more than one look.

"You fucking asshat. Goddammit! Fuckign shit. If I could aim these things I'd fucking but a baclball into your goddamn nuts. Fuck!"

Language Darcy.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
I don't think there's a man alive who can blame Clint for being more focused on the ass squeeze than where his shot was going, but ignoring the latter suddenly became impossible when it landed, sending Darcy toppling back over the side of the table. Clint's eyes widen and his cheeks go beat red. "Shit! Darcy are you okay? Totally not what I was trying to do," he says coming around to her end of the table slowly, hands out in a placating fashion. "You alright?"

Quake has posed:
Skye blinks. She knows she squeezed *after* he made the shoot, but still, watching Darcy go ass over teakettle onto the floor makes her feel just a bit guilty. "You okay, Darce? Holy shit."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy shoves herself up off the floor, rubbing at the red spot that is already starting to darken.

"I'm going to live. And I"m going to wear low cut shrits until the bruise is gone and tell every one that you hit me instead of the shot you were aiming for, you little fuck," Darcy promises vengefully.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint holds out his hands, "Sorry, Darce, It was just supposed to bounce off. I put too much strength in it," he insists and then the terms she offered are ducked around for a counter offer, "How about I buy your drinks all night for the pain and you can send out an office wide email about me being an asshole instead?" %

Quake has posed:
"Heh," Skye nudges Clint. "Totally wasn't the side pocket, Hotshot. Nice miss."

Darcy gets a grin. "Nice distraction, Gittertits. Do that a few more times and we'll win. And speaking of a few more turns, you good to go? Your shot."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Huh? What? OH! Right. Thanks. Distractions. Next around I'll see if he can hit my ass. I'm more used to getting balls there," Darcy says, getting her cue stick and moving for the table. She has no idea what she's aiming for. The ball closes to the white one.

"Yeah! Fucking hit it, bitch!" Because that's a success for Darcy! Hitting a ball with the white ball on the first try. ....is she really this bad? Can anyone be this bad?

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint gives Skye a look, but a quick nudge at her comment.

Seeing Darcy is still fully pissed, Clint says, "C'mon Darce, I dind't mean to hit you that hard, okay?"

To Skye, "We can let her take that shot again if you want."

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There's Darcy taking her shot, and *gleeing* over hitting a ball with the cueball, and it hits Skye... Darcy isn't kidding. Darcy sucks. In fact, there are whole books of dirty jokes that could be made about how much Darcy sucks.

Skye groans inwardly.

Outwardly, though, she gives Clint a crinkle of nose. "Uh.. no."

But without losing a beat, she looks thoughtful, and nods her chin at the other woman. "Say what, Darcy? How would you like to get revenge on Clint here for you?"

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Turning to peer at Clint and those damn puppy eyes, Darcy sighs lightly. The anger fades into a smirk that grows as Skye offers a 'get revenge'.

"You mean more than publicizing how he missed a shot? Umm... sure! And I'll totally go again!" Darcy says, app too happy to try to hit a ball with the white one again. Which she sets up to do if allowed.

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Clint is so very sure Darcy's sudden smirk is probably worse for him than her raging. Though when she moves to take the shot he shakes his head. "Hold up, I think Skye has an idea," then turning to Skye he says, "Alright, I'm all ears Keyboard."

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Skye's smirk is trademark. "Trust me on this, Darcy. Let me take it from here."

She waves Darcy off, leaning back against the pool table. "So what say we change the rules a little, Hotshot. My turn, so I'm thinking, no more taking turns. You win, you name your price. I win.. Darcy names the price."

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Darcy smiles brightly stepping away from the table and motioning Skye toward it as if Darcy were Vanna White. Of course, Darcy expects Skye to lose or else have an epic win distraction, which is fine with her. This was just a fun night out. Darcy never wins at this. It's just an exceuse to get Clint ot buy her beer.

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"Right," Clint says to Skye's suggestion. "End the game early when it get back to my turn, yeah I'm okay with that," he says assuming that he knows what Skye is after.

But then you know what they say about assumption.

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Skye winks at Darcy. "Sit back and enjoy your beer, sweetheart, and think about what you're going to ask for. This shouldn't take long."

She takes a long look at the table and walks around it, checking the angles that are left after Darcy's last shot. "So, I'm solids, huh? No help for it. Lets see, 2 ball in top left." It's an easy enough shot. She doesn't even really have to try all that hard.. if she knows what she's doing.

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Darcy settles back down, drinking her beer as requested.

"Think about what I'm gonig to ask your BF for... hmm... I'm thinking.. I'm thinking... Oh man. This is gonna be awesome," Darcy replies, grinnign and watchign Skye move about the table before looking at Clint.

"I promise you won't hate it."

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Clint grins at Skye, "Remembered the name and everything," he teases, before he glances back at Darcy. "You're scaring me," he say, but he smiles and turns back tot he table. "Alright take the shot."

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Skye winces ass the non-wisdom of giving Darcy cate blanche with her winning request, but no help for it now. "Sure, have fun with it. Just not too much fun, hey, Darcy?" Shaking her head.

Her ball sinks, just as she called it, and Skye wanders to another spot on the table, calls her next shot, pointing with her cue. "Banking it there, and there."

She watches while that shot goes as planned. "What's that you said, Hotshot? Something about my remembering the names?" She looks up and grins at him.

"Got any ideas yet, Darce?"

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"Imma have ALL the fun, Skye," Darcy retorts. Whoa! Shitcode's the Shit at Pool too! Shitpool! Darcy smiles, surprised before she nods.

"All the ideas, Shitcode. Tell you after you do your thing. Don't want ot distract you!"

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The look on Clint's face when Skye sinks that second ball, priceless, like jaw meet floor. Clint had hustled a lot of pool in his time but he'd never been on this side of one before. Once the gawking stops, the laughter follows as he leans on the table to get a better look at Skye's shots. Even at this distance he's not seeing a lot wrong with them. Skye could play and more than that she set him up so she could run the table on him. "Well shit," he swears with a big grin for Skye. "Don't suppose shaking my ass might help throw your game?"

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"All the ideas?" Skye tones are amused, as is the glint in her eyes as she smirks at Darcy. "Fair enough. I mean, I was going to save this till we were further along in the game, but I figured since he tried to use your bra as a side pocket..."

Her voice drifts off as she lines up another shot. "Speaking of side pockets, pay attention Hotshot." Another shot is named. Nothing excessive. Everything she's calling is, for the moment, reasonable enough. Not easy, but nothing in trick shot territory. If she's meaning to be showing off, she's doing it in an understated way. Or saving it up. She could be saving it up.

"Seen your ass in the shower, Hotshot. Mighty fine thing, too, but it's not going to help you here. Darce might like the show, though. Least you could do to make things up to her."

Yeah, she's smug.

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"I will accept a lapdance," Darcy tells Clint with an angelic smile. Because this went from a night of fun to utter hilarity. Darcy is SO glad that one jammer she hooked up with is a manager at Dreamerz and that the split had been mutual and pleasant and they've stayed friends. Because, oh man, is Darcy going to need one of the private dressing rooms for her plotting.

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Clint looks between the game and Darcy's suggestion. He had options. He could beg, he could run, or he could just say, fuck it and go for it. Clint chose the latter of the three. "Like right now?" he asks, fearlessly. "Or do you want to see if the CD behind the bar has some Ginuwine CDs," he asks Darcy leaning against the table.

All the same, he does look to Skye, " "You miss, you get the lapdance?" he offers grinning. Oh yeah, there was a fourth option as well, cheating.

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Oh, now *there* was possibility.

Skye straightens, torn between the fact of winning leaving her man dancing in Darcy's lap.. or losing and getting one of her own. Of course That second option would come with all the smug from Clint, and possible pouting from Darcy. Not to mention the blow to her own self-esteem. Even if she could claim she'd thrown the game on purpose.

She needed a few shots to think about it, leaning over the table and sinking a few more.

"Damn, Darce, I hate to do this to you..."

Calmly Skye calls one of those shots that really she didn't have any business calling, lines up her cue, and shoots...

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"Ooh... my very own lapdance? Hell,yes. ANd no, not right now. We need a pole and much less clothing, and I'll call it a future-" Cue Clint cheating and Skye thinking about it and Darcy pouts.

"Aww... now come on! That's just not fair. I was looking forward to my prize!" Because really, it's the best.

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"Wait, what?" Clint says moving away from the table when Darcy starts giving out the deets about what he'd just agreed to. "You're kidding," he says but finds himself doubting it. So he turns to his last hope for salvation, Skye's long ass and complicated shot. "Hope you threw this one for me Keyboard," he murmurs tensly, his arms crossed.

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Oh, hope is a fleeting thing. Even as Clint watches, Skye's shot - her impossible shot - goes exactly as she called it. The woman's lips twisting up into a smug smile as she waits until it sinks and clears the rest of the table to finish the game.

"Oh, ye of little faith, Glittertits. Would I let you down?"

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Darcy throws herself off the stool and into Skye's arms... chest... front. Both of Darcy's arms are tossed about Skye and one leg for good measure.

"I fucking love you right now. I am so wet right now, for reals, cause that was sexy as fuck! Ohmygod, that was fucking amazing. Furniture royalty, I swear to God."

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Clint can't help but laugh when Skye sinks the shot smiling smugly the whole time. He doesn't need to watch the rest of the shots but he does, game recognizes game as they say, but in his case the recognition came too late.

With a bemused expression he signs ~God job~ before he leave Darcy to swallow her up., only commenting "Don't you mean future royalty?" he asks her, before otherwise sitting back and waiting to hear his verdict.

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Skye laughs, and returns Darcy's embrace, kissing her soundly (but without tongue, because really, there are limits!). "You earned it, Darce. Besides, it was worth every second of watching both your faces." Her eyes glitter and she's oh so smug. "Wet, even, huh?"

Skye calls over her shoulder, "Hey, Clint, I've got a that was sexy as fuck and she's wet over here, can you top that?"

Mouthing back at him, ~Love you~

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"No. So-fah-king. Sofa king. So fucking," Darcy tells Clint before looking at Skye, hand trying to cup about the sides of her face.

"So fucking much I wanna kiss you hard enough to curl your toes and make your boytoy super jelly!" she blurts out only for Skye to kiss her soundly though with boundaries that Darcy senses and completely respects even as she had offered so much more. Attention back to Clint, Darcy turns to look, still draped on Skye. OOh CAN you top that?

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Well whatever horrors are waiting for him involving costumes and stripper poles, the girl on girl kissing might just balance the scales, he takes a sip of beer, glowers at some dude taking pictures, and then sets it down in time to be invited to one up things.

He strides past the table, towards the pair, answering the question with, "Darce, be a dear and step aside," he says before he comes over capturing Skye between the table and his body in a long slow kiss. When it breaks he pulls away, mouthing ~I know~ there's a smile then, and ~Your fucking amazing~ Then he puts words to the movements of his lips turning his head towards the doors to the bathrooms. "Anyone in there?" he muses to the pair of them his hand still gripping one of Skye's.