25 Unicorn Street- Saturday morning

[throughaphase]

When this was over and Kitty was herself again, she was going to give serious thought to taping something above the wall that told her who she was for days like this.

But she didn't have that now, so when she sat up, she was confused and mildly panicked to be in a room she didn't recognize, in a bed with a guy she didn't know, and not know how she got there. She didn't feel hungover? So she was trying very quietly to get up and find clothes, and at least finding those was pretty intuitive even when you didn't know who you were.

[For the hubby and SP!]

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[so_hawkward]

Clint would worry about not knowing the girl climbing out of the bed when she was done getting dressed, because for the moment she made for a very distracting sight. "Leaving already?" he asked with a grin.

[throughaphase]

Kitty jumped, and tried to cover herself with the shirt she'd pulled from a drawer. "No! Just... got... cold?"

[so_hawkward]

"I could help with that too." After a moment, Clint added, "You know, probably. If you want. Or I could get dressed and get going." He didn't recognize the decor, so this had to be her place, right?

[throughaphase]

"Get going...?" Kitty looked around, but she didn't recognize anything either. "I thought this was your place."

[so_hawkward]

"I... thought this was your place," Clint said, looking around and laughing. "Maybe we picked up a third person and this is their place?"

[throughaphase]

"What do you mean 'picked up a third person?' Maybe I'm not that kind of girl."

In her defense, she wasn't. At least with strangers. And just that one time.

[so_hawkward]

"With enough drinks, every girl is that type of girl," Clint said with a smirk. Since he'd established that he was kind of a jerk, he added, "I'm sorry, I'm just going to admit I've forgotten your name."

[throughaphase]

"Okay, you are definitely not seeing me naked anymore," she decided, making sure that shirt was firmly on. "It's..."

What was it, though?

[so_hawkward]

"Hey, I'm sorry," he said. "I'm... still a little drunk at the moment, I think." That would explain why he couldn't give her his name, right?

[throughaphase]

"No excuse," she decided, reaching for pants and spotting the ring on her left hand. "Wait, what the hell."

[so_hawkward]

Clint saw what she was looking at, and then stared at his own hand. "Okay, that's interesting."

[throughaphase]

"You have one too?" she asked, pulling her jeans on. It was becoming obvious she would not be able to do this without pants.

[so_hawkward]

"Yeah. It's pretty nice looking, actually," Clint said, looking around. "Are we in Vegas? Do you think we did like a quickie wedding or something?"

[throughaphase]

"Pretty sure I'm not that kind of girl, either. And this," she said, gesturing around a room with no trace of glitter anywhere, "cannot be Vegas."