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[from_a_distance]

Okay, so you've got me. Now what are you going to do with me?

Hadn't thought that far ahead, had you?

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[put_the_hammer_down]

I make no promises friend

[Kidding, kidding]

[from_a_distance]

All right. Then at least tell Fury I tried to stop you if we get into trouble.

[put_the_hammer_down]

You have my word.

[from_a_distance]

Excellent. First round's on you.

[put_the_hammer_down]

While I may not have money, I did keep bring some Asgardian mead with me. While your drinks are good ... they are lacking something.

[from_a_distance]

Hey, just as good! Probably even better.

[put_the_hammer_down]

We shall see.

[He chuckles, and rummages around for glasses or tankards, and pours them each a tall drink of the mead.]

[from_a_distance]

[Clint is nothing if not daring, so he's determined to give this a try.]

This is the stuff you drink at home?

[put_the_hammer_down]

Aye, the drink of gods.

[The way he says that last part ... that's a challenge right there.]

[from_a_distance]

[Clint grins and lifts his drink.]

Not fit for mere mortals?

[put_the_hammer_down]

We shall see.

[He smiles and begins to gulp down his own mead.]

[from_a_distance]

[Clint's at least going to try to match him for speed.]

[put_the_hammer_down]

[Brave, but it will probably prove to be a very bad idea.]

[from_a_distance]

[Almost definitely, but that doesn't stop Clint from finishing off that glass, if not quite as quickly as Thor.]

[put_the_hammer_down]

[That earns a grin and a quirked eyebrow from the God of Thunder ... and another glass]

[from_a_distance]

[He gets a grin in return that is more than a little inebriated already.]

[put_the_hammer_down]

[And he promptly laughs, sputtering out mead.]

[from_a_distance]

[Clint's eyebrows raise, but he's giggling himself.] What?

[put_the_hammer_down]

It seems it's not for mere mortals after all

[he's chuckling. he can't help it]

[from_a_distance]

No 'm fine...totally fine.

[Just a little wobbly. That's totally normal, right?]

[put_the_hammer_down]

If you insist, friend.

[He's still laughing as he pours them another round]

[from_a_distance]

[Clint only spills a little when he lifts his glass.]

[put_the_hammer_down]

Perhaps you've had enough.

[He's trying not to laugh, he really is]

[from_a_distance]

No, 'ts fine...fine...

[And then he sloshes the mead over the top again and is giggling too much to take another drink.]

[put_the_hammer_down]

[Laughs and downs his third cup]

I honestly did not expect you to still be conscious by now.