Night out (Crack)
Clint and Scott were bored out of their minds. They binge-watched so many shows. Scott took away Thor's pop tarts, and they watched him tear apart the complex. Laughing the whole time as Tony scolded them about the mess.
"Natasha get dressed we are going clubbing," Clint called out. Quickly they got dressed.
"Let's go," Scott cheered. Ushering them both into the car, and took off.
"Whose car is this Scott, you own a van?" Clint asked.
"Well, Tony is occupied in his lab with Bruce. So I borrowed his car and-oh nice money!" Scott squeals when he found $400.
Once they got down they were quickly let into the bar. People crowded around the dance floor. Lights flashing, dancing along with the crowd, and music blaring from the speakers.
"Two shots of vodka, a glass of scotch, and a martini. A pitcher of beer and three glasses." Natasha paid, and the waiter strutted over and sat their drinks down on the table.
"A toast to having the time of your lives," Natasha exclaimed. They clink their glasses together and the night started.
"Clint see any targets?" Natasha asked.
Clint pointed in the way of two guys. She whistled them over and the games began.
"Boys the game is simple, whoever downs their pitcher first. Wins $50. You boys in." Natasha asked. The buffer male shook his head.
"1,2,3 " Natasha and the man started drinking it down. She barely took a breath as she drained it. The men left grumbling and dropped the $50. That drew other's attention.
With the money, she ordered another pitcher of beer, and the guys more drinks.
The night was filled with people challenging her. Natasha kicked every one of their asses.
"Ready set Go" the crowd called out. In an instant, they started drinking. Everyone watched in amazement as she finished and slammed the pitcher down. She beat the local drinker.
"That is, for now, everybody shoos," Natasha yelled.
"Get up I need something stronger" slurred words came out. She had a high tolerance but wasn't immune to the effects of so many drinks.
The other two were already wasted. Leaning against each other as they approached the bar. She pounded down shots of vodka like water.
"That's enough I won't sell any more drinks to you." The bartender grabbed her glass.
"I will back off. If you arm wrestle me," Natasha slurred. She set her elbow on the counter.
The bartender grinned and did the same. Their hands locked and it was on. Natasha held back until the last minute when she was about to lose. Then overpowered him, and his hand was flat against the counter.
Natasha let go when she won. Her lips curled up in a grin. Once his face registered shock, he handed her a bottle of her favorite, Vodka. Grabbing it and downing it as if it was a bottle of water. It was the drunkest she had got in years, and she was loving every moment of it.
She grabbed Scott and Clint. Dragging them over to the dance floor. Swaying to the rhythm and singing along to the music.
"Scoooot. Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint all the colors of the windddddd" Clint sang out. All his words slurred.
"Are you wasted?" Scott asked.
"I'm pochantassssssss" Clint sang.
"Me too" Scott yelled. Causing them both to go into a series of giggles. Then an all too familiar figure strolled into the bar.
"Really guys?" Steve said, with an unamused expression. As he approached them.
"Party's over, time to go home. Tony was pissed when he found out one of his cars was gone."
He helped the two guys into the car. They both were stumbling. Clint was able to sit fine, and he buckled him in.
Scott was another story. Steve gave up and Scott stayed draped across the back seat. With his head in Clint's lap, and his legs out the window.
Natasha danced her way to the car, plopping down in the front seat. Steve got in the driver's seat and they were off.
When they get to the compound. Scott and Clint were both passed out. So he carried them into Clint's room. Settling them down in bed.
Natasha stumbled, heels in her hands. Settling herself on the couch, and quickly passed out. Sighing Steve grabbed a blanket and draped it over her.
The next day the three were sitting on the couch nursing their hangover. Bucky walked in and offers them water and aspirin.
"What happened last night I never get that wasted?" Natasha asked.
"The bartender said he wouldn't give you anything else to drink. So you challenged him arm-wrestling contest for a free bottle of vodka." Clint exclaimed.
"Sweet, did I win?"
"You are hungover aren't you?" Scott said, then drank some water.