"I'm sorry they're not real enough to kill you again for real or whatever!" Clint calls after the retreating form.
He could follow Loki. The doorway hasn't vanished. Which might actually be an invitation, else he would have just stranded Clint here. Invitation to Loki's room (sorry, his rooms), alone, away from the crowd. Just the two of them.
It might be nice. It's very, very warm in here, and not just from drink. There's the idea that he knows, now, that things that happen in a dream can manifest in reality, but none of the crowd is getting rough. It's all just a good time.
He's had weirder dreams than alien orgy. Probably. If Loki wants to huff and throw a fit and then disappear just because ~you can't always get what you want~, and Clint does not otherwise know how to get out of here without, uh, dying in some manner, then his options are down to following Loki or hanging around. He could try to find the library again, but he imagines Loki might deliberately keep that from him.
Hang around it is. Nobody approaches him, delved in their good times. It's unclear if they're interested in someone like him, or just interested in him with Loki, but it's a fascinating enough watch. Chews through some grapes. Gets into his third goblet before he's loose and a little bored and a lot interested in saying fuck it, literally, and stripping the rest of the way down, wading into the band of bodies to get lost in some sensation for a while.
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He could follow Loki. The doorway hasn't vanished. Which might actually be an invitation, else he would have just stranded Clint here. Invitation to Loki's room (sorry, his rooms), alone, away from the crowd. Just the two of them.
It might be nice. It's very, very warm in here, and not just from drink. There's the idea that he knows, now, that things that happen in a dream can manifest in reality, but none of the crowd is getting rough. It's all just a good time.
He's had weirder dreams than alien orgy. Probably. If Loki wants to huff and throw a fit and then disappear just because ~you can't always get what you want~, and Clint does not otherwise know how to get out of here without, uh, dying in some manner, then his options are down to following Loki or hanging around. He could try to find the library again, but he imagines Loki might deliberately keep that from him.
Hang around it is. Nobody approaches him, delved in their good times. It's unclear if they're interested in someone like him, or just interested in him with Loki, but it's a fascinating enough watch. Chews through some grapes. Gets into his third goblet before he's loose and a little bored and a lot interested in saying fuck it, literally, and stripping the rest of the way down, wading into the band of bodies to get lost in some sensation for a while.