Drinking. Open RP.
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?“
Teeth clenched, Harriet sips her cocktail. “I mean it, Natasha. Don’t touch Jim. He’s bad news.” Her voice is serious, her eyes stern. That’s her warning, that’s all Natasha gets.
“Stark and I - God, are you jealous? Of me, or him?”
While the warning is there to spot, Natasha does not need it. She has Clint - why would she want what Harriet’s cast off? What she’s already had and discarded, if truth be told, although she prefers not to linger on that knowledge. It was for power, not love.
“You are not the only one who can issue warnings, you know.”
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