Clint and Alice - After the dance show
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om_mainClint and Alice meet briefly after the show. In a new development that will shock absolutely everyone, there is a lot of flirting.
After the end of the dance show, Alice pulled her oversized sweater back on over her sports bra and headed out to hug her friends and thank them for coming - not to mention get their thoughts on the piece Blaine and she had done. Pietro was talking excitedly with Kurt, and she figured she might as well go get her stuff, since they wouldn't stay in the auditorium forever. But when she turned to get backstage, she noticed the guy - a new guy - the one who had said that he would make it?
"Hey," she greeted him with a warm smile, still on something of a high now that her pre-show nerves had turned into something warm and amazing when the applause had broken out. "Did you enjoy it?"
Clint had been trying to decide whether he should leave. The show had been pretty great, as far as dancing went. It had been the best kind of show, too, not just about the curtain going up and the number of people showing their appreciation by slapping their sweaty mitts together, but about art and beauty and having fun with your friends.
Clint hadn't seen a show like that in...a really long time.
On the downside, he didn't know any of the people, so he was just kind of one of those lurking faces in the back, trying not to look like he was completely out of place. He'd half-turned to go when he heard her, greeted with a beaming smile he knew pretty well, just from experience.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he pointed out, quirking a half a grin.
"Good," Alice stated, somehow unable to shake her grin. Not that she was trying very hard. "You're the one that commented on my post, right? I'm Alice," she belatedly added.
"Nah, that was some other handsome devil," Clint grinned. Granted, he wasn't everything to look at. Hair scruffy, in need of a shave, tattoos penned on his skin with some kind of marker in some kind of crazy, unfortunate attempt at art, probably self-applied. His clothes were clearly second-hand, and he had dark blue bruises along the knuckles of one hand, but that didn't stop him from smiling at a pretty girl.
And it certainly didn't stop this pretty girl from smiling back at the handsome devil - especially not in the mood she was in. "Too many of you around, how's a girl supposed to keep track."
He glanced over his shoulder (presumably at the rest of the school), then back. "Yeah, I noticed that there's a lot of pretty around here. But I guess you could start with a name. Clint Barton, just got off the truck."
"Alice Fitzgerald," she replied with a full name, since he'd given her one. "Welcome to the school, Clint. You got here yesterday, right? How are you finding things so far?" The usual question for newcomers, but he'd showed up to their dance show right off the truck, as he said, so Alice was completely invested in their conversation. It was the least she could do.
Especially given the muscles on him, unfortunately drawn on though they might be. She would never be entirely not shallow.
"Rich," Clint answered honestly, but his smile showed through the answer. "In all the best ways. Good food, pretty girls, plenty of talent..."
"Hot guys, huge grounds, a freaking stable, a pool and a lake," Alice went on happily. This place was all sorts of amazing.
"You're speaking my language," he pointed out, grinning. "That new to you too?"
"I sure never lived anywhere with grounds before," Alice replied non-committally, then shrugged, still smiling. "My stepfather was making some money by the time I manifested, but nowhere near this level of... everything." Even Jenna's parents weren't this rich, but she didn't really want to get into who her body had been right now.
"Hey I haven't even gotten near everything, so don't spoil it for me," he teased.
"I won't say a thing about the spa in the east wing, then," Alice assured him earnestly.
Clint didn't want to admit that he wasn't even completely sure what a spa was, or what you did there. Instead, he gave her a playfully dark look. "I see through you now. My future nemesis."
"I need to work on my evil laugh," Alice shot back with a perfectly innocent smile.
"Well, you've already got the killer body," he pointed out.
"I hope you wouldn't settle for a nemesis that isn't a total hottie," Alice agreed, grinning again now, before she nodded at the drawings on his arms. "What's with the ink?"
"Eh." For the first time, Clint looked a little embarrassed. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "I got bored in juvie. It was my way of passing the time."
And making himself look like more of a badass. Even if it didn't really work.
Juvie, huh? Clint was proving more interesting by the minute. But this wasn't the time or place to get into that, and Alice tilted her head to the side, her smile betraying her intent to tease before she even asked, "How bored were you?" Coupled with the look she gave him, it was clear she was asking how much skin they covered. Or not so much asking as teasing, because it was what she did.
An amused grin spread across his lips. "Hey, you'll just have to find out, won't you?"
"Such a shame you missed our Valentine's party," Alice stated, bit down on her grin, then looked around at how many people had already left the auditorium. "Anyway, I should go, but I'll tell you about it one day. It's been great getting complimented by you, Clint," she told him with a half-smile. "Let's definitely do this again. I'll hone my nemesis act?"
"Hey. You were promising kisses on the journal earlier. Was that just a hook?" Clint taunted.
"Well, you are lucky I didn't turn out to be hideous, if that's the reason you're here," Alice replied after a startled laugh. She'd completely forgotten about that, in all the excitement of the performance. She rested her hand on his arm and stood on tiptoe to be able to reach his cheek and press a kiss there. She pulled back and gave him a bright smile. "There."
Blue eyes twinkled and he gave her a little nod. "Have a great night, Alice."
"You too, Clint," she told him with a grin and a little wave, as she turned away to head backstage and grab her stuff.
After the end of the dance show, Alice pulled her oversized sweater back on over her sports bra and headed out to hug her friends and thank them for coming - not to mention get their thoughts on the piece Blaine and she had done. Pietro was talking excitedly with Kurt, and she figured she might as well go get her stuff, since they wouldn't stay in the auditorium forever. But when she turned to get backstage, she noticed the guy - a new guy - the one who had said that he would make it?
"Hey," she greeted him with a warm smile, still on something of a high now that her pre-show nerves had turned into something warm and amazing when the applause had broken out. "Did you enjoy it?"
Clint had been trying to decide whether he should leave. The show had been pretty great, as far as dancing went. It had been the best kind of show, too, not just about the curtain going up and the number of people showing their appreciation by slapping their sweaty mitts together, but about art and beauty and having fun with your friends.
Clint hadn't seen a show like that in...a really long time.
On the downside, he didn't know any of the people, so he was just kind of one of those lurking faces in the back, trying not to look like he was completely out of place. He'd half-turned to go when he heard her, greeted with a beaming smile he knew pretty well, just from experience.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he pointed out, quirking a half a grin.
"Good," Alice stated, somehow unable to shake her grin. Not that she was trying very hard. "You're the one that commented on my post, right? I'm Alice," she belatedly added.
"Nah, that was some other handsome devil," Clint grinned. Granted, he wasn't everything to look at. Hair scruffy, in need of a shave, tattoos penned on his skin with some kind of marker in some kind of crazy, unfortunate attempt at art, probably self-applied. His clothes were clearly second-hand, and he had dark blue bruises along the knuckles of one hand, but that didn't stop him from smiling at a pretty girl.
And it certainly didn't stop this pretty girl from smiling back at the handsome devil - especially not in the mood she was in. "Too many of you around, how's a girl supposed to keep track."
He glanced over his shoulder (presumably at the rest of the school), then back. "Yeah, I noticed that there's a lot of pretty around here. But I guess you could start with a name. Clint Barton, just got off the truck."
"Alice Fitzgerald," she replied with a full name, since he'd given her one. "Welcome to the school, Clint. You got here yesterday, right? How are you finding things so far?" The usual question for newcomers, but he'd showed up to their dance show right off the truck, as he said, so Alice was completely invested in their conversation. It was the least she could do.
Especially given the muscles on him, unfortunately drawn on though they might be. She would never be entirely not shallow.
"Rich," Clint answered honestly, but his smile showed through the answer. "In all the best ways. Good food, pretty girls, plenty of talent..."
"Hot guys, huge grounds, a freaking stable, a pool and a lake," Alice went on happily. This place was all sorts of amazing.
"You're speaking my language," he pointed out, grinning. "That new to you too?"
"I sure never lived anywhere with grounds before," Alice replied non-committally, then shrugged, still smiling. "My stepfather was making some money by the time I manifested, but nowhere near this level of... everything." Even Jenna's parents weren't this rich, but she didn't really want to get into who her body had been right now.
"Hey I haven't even gotten near everything, so don't spoil it for me," he teased.
"I won't say a thing about the spa in the east wing, then," Alice assured him earnestly.
Clint didn't want to admit that he wasn't even completely sure what a spa was, or what you did there. Instead, he gave her a playfully dark look. "I see through you now. My future nemesis."
"I need to work on my evil laugh," Alice shot back with a perfectly innocent smile.
"Well, you've already got the killer body," he pointed out.
"I hope you wouldn't settle for a nemesis that isn't a total hottie," Alice agreed, grinning again now, before she nodded at the drawings on his arms. "What's with the ink?"
"Eh." For the first time, Clint looked a little embarrassed. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "I got bored in juvie. It was my way of passing the time."
And making himself look like more of a badass. Even if it didn't really work.
Juvie, huh? Clint was proving more interesting by the minute. But this wasn't the time or place to get into that, and Alice tilted her head to the side, her smile betraying her intent to tease before she even asked, "How bored were you?" Coupled with the look she gave him, it was clear she was asking how much skin they covered. Or not so much asking as teasing, because it was what she did.
An amused grin spread across his lips. "Hey, you'll just have to find out, won't you?"
"Such a shame you missed our Valentine's party," Alice stated, bit down on her grin, then looked around at how many people had already left the auditorium. "Anyway, I should go, but I'll tell you about it one day. It's been great getting complimented by you, Clint," she told him with a half-smile. "Let's definitely do this again. I'll hone my nemesis act?"
"Hey. You were promising kisses on the journal earlier. Was that just a hook?" Clint taunted.
"Well, you are lucky I didn't turn out to be hideous, if that's the reason you're here," Alice replied after a startled laugh. She'd completely forgotten about that, in all the excitement of the performance. She rested her hand on his arm and stood on tiptoe to be able to reach his cheek and press a kiss there. She pulled back and gave him a bright smile. "There."
Blue eyes twinkled and he gave her a little nod. "Have a great night, Alice."
"You too, Clint," she told him with a grin and a little wave, as she turned away to head backstage and grab her stuff.
