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Natasha laughs, rolling her eyes slightly. “Is it strange to say that’s where I draw the line? Grey men descending from spaceships, yes, but the government assassinating the president seems a little far fetched?”
Raising an eyebrow at the statement, she regards Darcy disbelievingly. “Now that just sounds like a story that has to be seen to be believed - and while you were off not fighting the moonlight, I was stuck blowing up ice sculptures with your boss.”
“Hell yes that’s strange!” Darcy laughed harder. “What if the aliens set it up would you believe it then?”
“What!” She sputtered. “Not cool, so not cool; Tin Man has been holding out on me and this means war.” She crossed her arms, falling back and pouting, managing to maintain a straight face for all of five seconds.
“Of course I would,” Natasha answers, mock offended. “You don’t question the aliens, Darcy. Has Toy Story taught you nothing?”
The wine definitely helps a little with loosening up, allowing her to inhabit Natalie more fully. "Nope, nope, no more stories until I find out more about the Coyote Ugly deal,“ she bargains, laughing at the ridiculousness of Darcy’s inability to stick to her sulk.
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