Clint vs. Sherrie, the Mean Girl
"I'm a flight attendant." Clint said.
Sherrie looked like she really didn't know how to react to this news. "That's an unusual job for a... man."
"I know what you're thinking, and yes, I am straight." Clint said dryly.
"Right." Sherrie drawled, unconvinced. "I wondered why you were so well-dressed."
"Nah. I'm not really a flight attendant. I'm actually a government assassin." Clint said with a small grin. "You like that better?"
Sherrie looked at him, bemused. "Not really"
"I thought it was kinda' funny." Clint said with a shrug.
"Why?" Sherrie said, perfectly unamused.
Clint sighed.
"So what do you really do for a living?"
"Oh, I really am an assassin. I just don't work for the government. Or any major airline." Clint said casually.
"Okay. That's weird..." Sherrie said frowning. "Are you giving this weirdness to all the girls, or am I just lucky and special?"
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Clint asked seriously.
"Yes."
"Do you like it?"
"No."
"Then why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" Clint ventured.
"I'm not sure I want to." Sherrie said, frowning.
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Author's note: I meant to put a note at the end of "The Hipster" – feel bad because the line about Steve being vintage, and Lola being able to sell him at her shop actually came from a reader, in some PM's we were sharing. I wanted to give her credit, but I can't remember who the idea came from *blushes* I'm really sorry about that, please put your hand up- you deserve mad props!