<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6uiBd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Black Widow<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower Living Quarters, Common Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:34 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Clint<br/><hr/><br/>"I only asked you what you wanted, I don't need your advice on how to handle vodka," Natasha snapped back at Clint, not even bothering to raise her eyes from the drink that she was busy mixing. When it was ready, she slid the Black Russian towards him across the smooth surface of the bar with enough force that it would fall off if he didn't catch it, but she obviously knew that he would; whatever else could be said about him, it couldn't be denied that the man had good reflexes. He had several good qualities, in fact, it was just a shame that he insisted on handicapping himself with so many self-imposed barriers and limitations.<br/><br/>Natasha's demeanor seemed to soften slightly again as she filled two shooter glasses with just straight vodka and set one of them down in front of Clint before knocking back her own glass without bothering to toast or wait for him. "Gotta give Stark credit, he has good taste." She slammed the small shooter glass back down on the counter. "If only he had some sense to go along with it instead of having his head stuck in the clouds constantly," Natasha continued as she picked up her larger rounded glass, the one containing her cocktail.<br/><br/>"But that's not what we came down here to talk about, is it?" She propped both of her elbows against the top of the bar and leaned very far forward, clearing most of the space between her an Clint as well as giving him the clearest view of her cleavage that could have been possible. Savoring the first sip of her drink, Natasha took the time to look him right in the eyes just to see if he'd flinch. "Ask me anything." It didn't sound too much unlike a challenge, as if she'd already guessed what he was going to ask and knew that he wouldn't like her answers.<br/><br/>"Don't hold back," she added with a teasing, slightly husky whisper, the corners of her lips curling into the faintest of smirks as she tilted her head to the side.