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darcywho:

inheritorofmemories:

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.”

Darcy very nearly did a spit take at that. Choking down the wine, she laughed. “Well I figured it was too soon to whip out When Harry Met Sally.” She grinned. 

“But c’mon, you’ve got to have some wild stories of your own. Tit for tat.” Darcy raised her eyebrows as she looked at Natalie expectantly. 

Natasha raises an eyebrow, a grin lingering at the edges of her expression. “Now that would’ve been quite the sight,” she comments, before sighing exaggeratedly. 

“Well, what if I told you that I had experience on the less wholesome side of Coyote Ugly?” she asks, a small smirk crossing her features. “I wasn’t always a trampled upon assistant. My skills lie elsewhere, and for a few years, I was most at home on top of a bar with a bottle in my hand.”