(This is absolute crack, I hope someone writes this a real fill...)

"Yes," Bruce said, sighing into his drink, "this was a great idea, Clint, I appreciate it."

"She did say she wanted to let off some steam," Clint said, unconcerned; he ducked down a little as a body came sailing over him, just enough that they didn't collide, and nodded to himself in satisfaction, sipping his own drink.

"Yes, but somehow I thought there were other ways to handle that than start a bar brawl for her," Bruce said, then snorted when Clint looked far too interested, "although apparently this method is more appealing -- you know, you could at least go help her --" but he gave up when Clint just gave him an incredulous look.