Drinking. Open RP.
“Listen to yourself, Harriet,” Natasha snaps, rolling her eyes. “Do you really think that anyone but you has even the slightest interest in debasing themselves for that man?“
Drinking, as usual, Natasha notices - it always did make her volatile. Bitter too, apparently. “I highly doubt that your precious Jim made it into the billionaire category.”
“Debasing?” Harriet raises an eyebrow, switching to Russian. “You think I’m debasing myself by being with someone who actually cares about me - who isn’t just with me because it’s convenient? Come on, ‘Tally. As if Barton would look twice at you if you weren’t his partner. There. Ready and waiting.“
At this news, she bristles. “I don’t want to hear that bastard’s name."
Natasha switches right along with Harriet, barely noticing the slip into her native tongue. "Don’t call me that,” she warns Harriet, “And a woman who voluntarily allows Stark to touch her has any right to lecture me on sexual morals.”
She does however laugh at Harriet’s response. “I’ll bet you don’t. He wasn’t so interested in yours when I was through with him, no?”
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