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“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.
“Okay point,” she ceded. “Can’t ever question Pixar, it’s cosmic law.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Too much tequila plus a crappy juke box led to me dancing to ‘Bennie and the Jet’s in true rom-com fashion only without James Marsden to be my singing partner. And it’s really hard remembering the lyrics when drunk. I think I sang something about a walrus.”
Natasha’s glad of the wine in her hand, making it far easier to react as she should - although a laugh at the very idea of the woman before her doing something like that is hardly difficult to garner.
She bites her lip slightly, draining the remains of the glass. “Now that is a story worth sharing,” she comments, placing the empty glass on the table before leaning back languidly. “Although if I’d known you were going to go all 27 Dresses on me, I’d have brought an emergency dose of Sixteen Candles.”
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