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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.”
She grinned mischievously. “I am known for making a spectacle of myself. Do you think I could get away with charging admission?”
“What! Oh, you’re a girl after my own heart!” Darcy declared, pressing a hand to her chest. “Reminds me of all the nights in the bars and the days in the dungeon.” She leaned forward as if revealing a well-guarded secret, stage whispering, “I have a very colorful job history, just f-y-i.”
“I can’t think of a single person who wouldn’t pay to watch that,” Natasha answers, before drawing herself to stand. “Mind if I have another?”
She moves through to the kitchen, sauntering back in with the bottle in hand, topping up Darcy’s glass too before resting it on the table. She smiles at the words, before her expression slides into something resembling admiration. “It’s not often I meet someone with a wider experience than I have,” she answers, taking a sip from her glass. “Just how colourful are we talking?”
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“It was like feeding a bird, really,” she explains. “Especially since she kinda flitted all over like one.” Darcy shrugs...