[ Well, it seems easy enough, considering that they had, at some point in their lives, actually been married. The mannerisms are easy to fall into again, her hand on his shoulder, maybe his on the small of her back. It's blurs the lines between what they are now and what they were not so long ago, and Bobbi tries not to think about that when she and Clint head out to an important West Coast (of course) shindig at the Getty Villa.
It's a celebration for the acquisition of a very important artifact that is said to hold great power. Naturally, security is tight, but Bobbi and Clint are reinforcements, unassuming in their best clothes - Bobbi, in blue of course. She couldn't help herself with their fake names for the evening either, as Fred and Daphne. Pure coincidence, she'll swear up and down.
The party seems to be going well, unassuming, in fact, but she knows better than to relax, eyes slowly scanning the crowd mingling in the open air Roman-inspired court. She holds the champagne glass as if to drink but forgets to do so. ]
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It's a celebration for the acquisition of a very important artifact that is said to hold great power. Naturally, security is tight, but Bobbi and Clint are reinforcements, unassuming in their best clothes - Bobbi, in blue of course. She couldn't help herself with their fake names for the evening either, as Fred and Daphne. Pure coincidence, she'll swear up and down.
The party seems to be going well, unassuming, in fact, but she knows better than to relax, eyes slowly scanning the crowd mingling in the open air Roman-inspired court. She holds the champagne glass as if to drink but forgets to do so. ]