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He was glad he could make her laugh, smiling over at her. He looked normal enough out of his costume and in normal street clothing.

She smiled at the man who had joined her for dinner. "So you work for the paper, must be exciting to chase new stories?" Not the Laurel was a fan of the media herself due to all the press Starling City was getting via Merlyn and Queen situation with the Glades.

"I do, but I'm new. I don't get the new juicy stories. It can be yes." When he's not...making the news himself that is. He was at ease around her, felt he could trust her as it were.

"Living in the city, I'm sure you will find yourself in the mix of things," she offered with a smile as she took her fork, taking another bite, "that was the thing I loved about being a lawyer, it always had something constant to do, from researching to being in court."

"Oh I find my fair share of things." He glanced over at her with a smile. "Though so do you."

"Use too," she pointed out, "Things have been very low key as of late," she had been waiting for the bottom to fall out to be honest, things have been too quiet.

"I'm not even lying, Thor, Demi-God of myth and legend, is completely addicted to Poptarts. I swear, Tony is considering buying a manufacturing plant, just to keep him in full supply," Clint said, grinning.

"What about you, any friends with weird habits?"

She shook her head no, "Not really, just hung out really with two guys, both loved the fast life, fast cars, fast drinks, fast woman." Laurel shrug her shoulders, she didn't like to talk about them much, "Lost one in the Glades mishap..." and she lost both to it, but Oliver was still alive.

"Seems so old to know that there's a Demi-God addicted to Poptarts though," she shook her head laughing.

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm even hooked up with that bunch. I'm just a guy who can shoot any target you give me, they're like, legitimate super heroes."

His ran a finger around the rim of his water glass. "Speaking of super heroes, how's your own Vigilante fairing out there in Starling? I did a little digging, just out of curiosity. I needed to know for sure what side he was on, good to know he's one of the good guys. But he seems to be attracting the wrong sort of attention."

She looked at him oddly for asking about The Hood. She shrug a shoulder, "I haven't spoken to him in months," he used her father in the Glades. "I know he hasn't been seen in the city, but all the new have been about the Glades so...anything he might be doing isn't going to be reported yet."

Laurel leaned a little into the table, "The wrong sort of attention is by his actions, not who is actions are being done to." Laurel defended him, granted they weren't talking, he cut her out of his life, she was still going to defend him. "Granted it's not on the right side of the law, but he was getting things done the police hadn't been able to do in years."

Clint held up both his hands. "Woah, I'm not going to come down on the guy, my research showed he only goes after people who the world really don't need. I guess I'm just curious about him because he's by all accounts a master marksman. I don't come across many other people that use a bow and arrow. I'd like to meet him one day, but I won't put you in that kind of position, no worries."

He leaned on his chin. "So you're a lawyer. Never liked lawyers, but you seem nice enough," he teased. "No shark teeth or anything."

Laurel was smitten with The Hood for awhile not, she didn't mean to be so defensive about him, but she was that way with her father as well so she wasn't going to apologizes for it, just offer a sheepish smile, "I don't even know how to get in touch with him to be honest," she knew she could use her father if she really needed to.

When Clint made the crack about her being a lawyer, she laughed "Not anymore, I've given up being a lawyer." She just couldn't go back to the CNRI, "kind of just freelancing bum to I figure out what to do next."

"A freelancing bum, huh?" Clint said, looking over her outfit. "You're the best dressed bum I've ever met," he grinned. "So what do you do when you're bumming around? Freelancing your lawyer services or what?"

Clint figured SHIELD's lawyers would defend him if need be, but it wouldn't hurt to have a back up.

Laurel laughed, "I've been spending a lot of the time at the gym," she shrug a shoulder, "and I only freelance the lawyer services for friends when they ask," she hadn't practice law since that night.

"So, if I were to say, get in a bar fight and end up in jail, I could call you to get me out?" Clint asked, grinning. "Kidding, I'm not allowed to get into fights anymore. My boss takes the fun out of life."

Laurel chuckled, "If you caused the fight, you'd stay there." She found herself laughing again, "bosses take the fun out of everything."

"Hey, I don't pick fights," Clint said, pointing a forkful of steak at her. "I just tend to rub people the wrong way sometimes. Probably due to my bizarre upbringing, if you can call it an upbringing."

"You sound like Oliver," she commented offhandedly shaking her head at him, but she was smiling the whole time. Reaching for her wine glass she took a small sip, "So bizarre upbringing?"

"Oliver?"

"Oh, my parents died and my brother I ran away from the orphanage and joined a circus. I was raised by circus folk, so I'm not always the politest man in the world. But, then my mentor tried to kill me, and then my brother tried to kill me, and then I was on my own when I was a teenager. BUT, they did make me a damn good shot first, which has always let me make money." Even if it was scamming people, or being a side show freak marksman, back in the day.

"Queen, a friend." She shrug her shoulders not wanting to talk about Oliver, she was having a nice time. However, when he mentioned his upbringing, Laurel eyes widen. "That's just..." insane, incredible.

"That's why I don't really talk about it much," Clint said, chuckling. "People get that exact look of horror, slight disbelief, and a lot of blinking. But I promise, every word is true."

"I'm not doubting you, because you have no reason to lie to me." Laurel took another sip of her drink, "you make how I was raised seem like the american dream." Laurel life was kind of like that till Sarah died.

"Yeah, and how were you raised?" Clint asked, curious. It was always interesting to him to hear how "normal" people grew up.

"In the suburbs, then my dad got a job in Starling City, so we moved to the city. My mother and Dad stayed together till a year or so after my younger sister was killed, then just me and my dad in the City." Not a glamours life, but it made her strong.

Clint frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that about your sister." He wouldn't say anything more about it unless she brought it up.

"And you said your dad was a cop?"

Nodding a thanks about Sarah, she let the subject drop, talking about her would leave to Oliver, which led to Tommy and then back to Oliver, this was an avenue she didn't want to venture down tonight.

"Yes, Detective Lance, works for Starling City," she smiled brightly at that since she was proud of her father for being a cop.

"Ever have any desire to follow in his footsteps, or did you always want to be a lawyer?" Clint asked, head tilted to the side.

She shook her head no, "Not really, I think I like to argue too much to be a cop."

"Sounds like you're perfectly suited to be a lawyer then," Clint grinned. "I'm too much of a smart ass to be either."

"You can be a smart ass and a lawyer, just have to pick the right time to say or do it." She chuckled "My father was very big on justice, kind of rubbed off of me."

"Well my problem is, I tend to be a smart ass at all the wrong moments, particularly with people in authority. I'm always getting yelled at for chatting on the comms and making jokes when we're supposed to be radio silent," he laughed.

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sleep time, just wanted to get started!

Sweet Dreams!

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