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[Okay, he needs a moment to process that. The most dangerous woman in the world, perhaps one of the most dangerous people, and he's got her attention? How hard to believe.]

Well it was not my intent but I should never regret such lofty attention.

You finally catch on. I've only been complimenting you and flirting with you by text this whole time.

Ah, but this is not my first language, yes?

It's not mine either, but I have been here longer.

And you did not learn your language from sitcoms I believe.

No, I was taught in the Red Room with the many other languages I was trained in. I had to be perfect in all things, so I admit to having an advantage. You do well with your English, do not feel bad.

I do not feel bad. I just do not notice things quite so easily.

Now that you know, how about we have some drinks sometime.

That might be quite pleasant.

Tell me when you are free, and we can go out or stay in, but I'd love to enjoy some with you.

I can make myself free for you tomorrow evening, should the world not try and explode

I will be looking forward to tomorrow evening. I am thinking that we can try some shots at my place by the fire, and I will put on a movie that's to our liking. Then we can get to know one another better.

I do appreciate shots. Vodka by preference.

You're in luck. I happen to have some Vodka from the last time I was visiting Russia on... business. We will enjoy ourselves, I have no doubt.

I look forward to seeing you. Until then.

Now that sounds familiar and I look forward to it. And seeing you.

[When the time comes, Natasha makes sure that her place is ready. The vodka is in the freezer and has been for as long as she's had it. She did dig it out from the back and move it to the front to make it easier to reach. She changed from day clothes to a sleek, comfortable, soft blue and gray sweater and leggings so that she didn't have to think about how she sat or moved once they started drinking.

The fire was lit and settled and Nat was curled up with a book awaiting her guest. She'd surprised herself by inviting him to her home, but being from so far away she figured that it would be nice to have a place that was warm and inviting to meet at rather than a bar. ]

[Homes are warm, and this speaks to more trust of him. That said, they were more likely to be hassled in a bar. Her for her looks, him for the bit of infamy him and his sister had picked up. Privacy was definitely a better option. As for Pietro?

Well, he's been nervous all day. His sister thought it was silly of course. Still, he arrives on time, knocking lightly. Brought his own vodka too. Not good quality, but hey, investment toward the future.]

[Natasha enjoyed her little alcove of space. It was rare that she let anyone into it but those she trusted implicitly. It was her safe space, but she knew that Pietro would feel better here than he would out in some lousy American bar. They were great for certain meetings, but knocking back shots and flirting a little was better this way for the pair of them.

Hearing the door sound, Nat uncurled herself and set the book aside. Opening it with a swing and a smile, she leaned up against the side. ]

Nice of you to finally make it. Come on in.

[She had a more pithy line waiting on her lips, but remembering that English wasn't his first language made it less likely he'd understand it. She could switch languages, but Nat figured that if they were going to be here, it was best to practice English. Although, she imagined that as the night wore on and the alcohol grew heavy, they might switch back and forth-- simply because of ease. That was the joy of being able to speak so many languages for her job, it all came naturally, even while drunk.]

I always arrive just in time.

[He does offer out the bottle of vodka he got.]

Not as high quality but still good I should hope.

I imagine you're never late. [There's a lightness to her tone that borders on a laugh. It's a stupid joke, but she couldn't help herself. He did set himself up for it. Taking the bottle from him, she thanks him and puts it in the freezer next to the one she already has there.

Pulling out what she has, she grabs it and a couple of shot glasses to take over to the couch. It's pretty cozy and she's got some old campy comedy on, because she lives for stupid movies that make her laugh and sometimes cry. It's easier than all the seriousness that life comes with most the time. ]

Your alcohol will be our back up bottle. I'm sure it'll come in handy, knowing how well we can drink. I bet your metabolism does wonders with alcohol, huh? Come, have a seat, relax. Let's get a few shots down and then we can figure out what to talk about.

That is... not entirely true. But even when I am late I am in time.

[He just isn't late very often.]

Do you think we would have need for it?

[He is happy to sit next to her, and happier to take a glass.]

I have not had much to drink since... everything.

I have no idea. I don't know how much drinking we'll be doing.

[She pours them both out shots, and takes the first set with a raised toast and then pours them another. ]

I tend to drink now and then. I have a fairly high tolerance. A glass a wine is usually something I enjoy most evenings that I'm at home. I guess I have a few things that I treat myself to since coming here to the states.

I suppose we will see how my tolerance is. Might not have a good answer for a while.

[Leaning in closer, she ran a hand along the back of the couch and softly through the hair at the base of his neck with a smile.]

It could be a while. Good thing I don't think we're in a rush.

[Well now that was a very forward touch. He grins and leans into those fingers.]

I will try not to be. But rushing is part of what I do.

i mean mostly wonderful

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