Clint... is impressed, really. He's doing a pretty good job of hiding it, but he is impressed. Of course he'd explored Alpha, scoped the place out, and seen they had some pretty nice areas scattered around, but a lot of them were level-restricted to Greens and ups and he wasn't sure they'd do something this fancy for the lower ranks. Throw them a party, maybe, but probably something like an open buffet line in the normal commissary, not crystal chandeliers and the opportunity to wear real clothes.
While the original plan had been to wear a set of (extremely comfortable) red pajamas to this shindig, reluctant common sense - and a near-argument with Allison, who seemed a lot more "in tune" with fashion than he'd ever cared to be - had shifted Clint's sartorial finery in a much more "usual" direction. He'd still eschewed dressing up as much as he possibly could, though, which would be absolutely no surprise to anyone who'd known him at home (he'd come to most of Tony's parties wearing flannel, after all), but the PJs were just too big a risk in the "fuck you, Computer" department. Too standing-apart from everyone else. Significantly more likely to land him in trouble since he'd be going against the herd in a much more major way, especially after Peggy's arrest since he is - was - her coworker. But he'd put his foot down at a suit of any kind, with the results being a return of his usual flannel ways and a pair of well-fitting, but not tight, black khakis and solid-but-not-clunky black boots. He doesn't look fancy, but he thinks he looks all right. Pulled together, at the very least. Not disrespectful. Just someone who expects to do a lot of moving through the night and wants to be comfortable doing so.
As one of the ones reluctant to pull away from the buffet line, he can be found there for the first while, eating until he's comfortably full and then mingling as part of the crowd. After awhile, he'll move out into the more open spaces, looking for people to talk to and trying (and succeeding) to look more interested in being there than he really is. He might even be dancing sometimes, part of a deliberate ruse of showing the Computer how happy he is with all of this.
Open! Come ask him to dance!
While the original plan had been to wear a set of (extremely comfortable) red pajamas to this shindig, reluctant common sense - and a near-argument with Allison, who seemed a lot more "in tune" with fashion than he'd ever cared to be - had shifted Clint's sartorial finery in a much more "usual" direction. He'd still eschewed dressing up as much as he possibly could, though, which would be absolutely no surprise to anyone who'd known him at home (he'd come to most of Tony's parties wearing flannel, after all), but the PJs were just too big a risk in the "fuck you, Computer" department. Too standing-apart from everyone else. Significantly more likely to land him in trouble since he'd be going against the herd in a much more major way, especially after Peggy's arrest since he is - was - her coworker. But he'd put his foot down at a suit of any kind, with the results being a return of his usual flannel ways and a pair of well-fitting, but not tight, black khakis and solid-but-not-clunky black boots. He doesn't look fancy, but he thinks he looks all right. Pulled together, at the very least. Not disrespectful. Just someone who expects to do a lot of moving through the night and wants to be comfortable doing so.
As one of the ones reluctant to pull away from the buffet line, he can be found there for the first while, eating until he's comfortably full and then mingling as part of the crowd. After awhile, he'll move out into the more open spaces, looking for people to talk to and trying (and succeeding) to look more interested in being there than he really is. He might even be dancing sometimes, part of a deliberate ruse of showing the Computer how happy he is with all of this.
Hey, at least they get free food.