“I’m thinking I want one with pepperoni, bacon, ham, and mushrooms,” he said as he looked at the menu. “And the hot wing chicken pizza with the ranch dressing drizzle on it.”
Clint smiled and nodded, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. But don’t expect me to put mushrooms on my half.” he teased, pulling away to go order and get them a couple of drinks. He walked back over and sat down, offering Steve one. “The pain meds are starting to kick in full force. Would you be okay to drive the rest of the way home?” he asked, leaning into Steve.
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