Corkscrew || OPEN

darcywho:

With a frustrated groan, Darcy stomped her way into her apartment. After an entirely too long day, all she wanted to do was relax and break out the wine. She didn’t want to get drunk, however. She just wanted to unwind, so the tequila was out. Dropping her bag by the door, she marched directly into her kitchen space and pulled out a bottle and a wineglass. 

Rolling her shoulders, she set it all onto the wooden table there before going to retrieve the corkscrew. “Just relax, Darcy,” she coached herself. “The work day is over, if anyone calls, you don’t answer. If they keep calling, you throw your phone out the window, easy as pie.” 

Just as she started rummaging through a drawer there was a knock on her door. She glanced up and sighed. “Okay smart one, what about that?” 

Natasha stands on the other side of the door, bottle of wine in hand. She’s had a hellish day, but her cover requires greeting the new neighbour across the hall. Damn Natalie Rushman to hell.

Forcing on the soft, media-perfect smile, she knocks, adjusting her stance to something suitably casual. Please let this be a middle aged man she can flash a smile and some cleavage at before retreating to her own apartment.