Drinking. Open RP.
Harriet glances down at the cocktail shaker in front of her. Tony’s out, the whole place is empty, and she’s alone.
Alone. That’s a funny word, she muses as she begins to pour whiskey and lemon juice over ice. Fuck, she should be drinking this neat. But her head still twinges from last night’s abuse of her liver, so she’s trying to take the edge off this time.
She can hear someone coming up in the lift, and looks up a little nervously…
Natasha strides out of the elevator, glancing around. Apparently in her current role as SHIELD’s messenger woman, she’s been chosen to deliver their summons to Stark. Delightful.
It isn’t until she catches sight of guilty green eyes and a familiar flash of red hair that her stomach drops. Harry.
“I thought you were away this week.”
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