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Natasha curls back up on the sofa, cradling her wine glass in her hand. Having to bite her lip at the story is never the best sign, but she’s amused and a little impressed by just how good a liar the other woman is - and she can’t resist pushing a little harder.
Widening her eyes to play along, she leans forward a little, lowering her voice. “Sounds amazing - though I’m an adrenaline junkie….” She pauses, taking another drink. “And a little bit of a conspiracy connoisseur Way I heard it, there was some Roswell stuff going on there. A man who wasn’t human? My friend heard from a girl he used to date that there was a whole cover up there - the tornado was just a cover story. Did you see anything like that?”
Darcy snorted. Natalie hadn’t been the first to ask about it, nor would she be the last. “I promise I didn’t see any little green men, just some freaky storms, and they got nothing on the Da Vinci Code, sad to say.” And to some extent she was sad to say it. After all, how many people could say they tazed Thor of all people? “Although the real conspiracy was the fact that the Pop-Tarts there were a full cents cheaper. Buying them here is a bloody outrage!”
It takes a great deal more self control than Natasha would prefer not to laugh at the same rant she has heard so often from Thor’s own mouth, but she’s not been a field agent for nothing. Her expression remains one of resigned disappointment as she drains her glass. “I live in hope,” she shrugs, before offering a smile.
“And that is outrageous. Perhaps we should all just move to New Mexico and live on Pop-Tarts and cheap tequila.”
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