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undergrounds2017-05-14 01:16 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in undergrounds2017-05-14 01:16 pm
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May Open Post
Date Night - Close to Evie
Tonight, it's dinner. Natasha's choice. She might not be able to appreciate the flavor of the food itself the way she used to, but she still enjoys the experience. The candlelight. The waiters. The wine.
She enjoys spending time with her girlfriend, the feeling of privacy that comes from being in a secluded table in a nice restaurant, while still existing in public. Most of all, she enjoys the company, the chance to make Evie smile.
It's strange to her, very very strange, like being in a new country and only barely speaking the language, but it's also good.
On Patrol
With so much going on, there's a lot of reason for Natasha to be out on the street. She needs to know what's going on, but that's only part of it. She also needs to be there if something goes wrong. This whole month seems to be one bomb dropped after another, and it makes her twitchy.
So she walks the area around Redbright looking for trouble. Maybe she finds it. Maybe she finds a friend instead?
And the Bar
Or maybe she'll run into a friend at the bar. She can hope. It'd be a pity to drink alone.
Natasha doesn't like the position she's in. Since she arrived in London, she's wanted nothing more than stability and a place where the supernatural communities observed at least the appearance of peaceful co-existence, and since she's arrived it seems like there's been nothing but threats to that in one form or another.
Not that she was optimistic about the situation. She's used to not getting what she wants.
But at this point, the situation is discouraging, and she'd like someone to have a drink with while she gets the disappointment out of her system.
Wildcard
Tonight, it's dinner. Natasha's choice. She might not be able to appreciate the flavor of the food itself the way she used to, but she still enjoys the experience. The candlelight. The waiters. The wine.
She enjoys spending time with her girlfriend, the feeling of privacy that comes from being in a secluded table in a nice restaurant, while still existing in public. Most of all, she enjoys the company, the chance to make Evie smile.
It's strange to her, very very strange, like being in a new country and only barely speaking the language, but it's also good.
On Patrol
With so much going on, there's a lot of reason for Natasha to be out on the street. She needs to know what's going on, but that's only part of it. She also needs to be there if something goes wrong. This whole month seems to be one bomb dropped after another, and it makes her twitchy.
So she walks the area around Redbright looking for trouble. Maybe she finds it. Maybe she finds a friend instead?
And the Bar
Or maybe she'll run into a friend at the bar. She can hope. It'd be a pity to drink alone.
Natasha doesn't like the position she's in. Since she arrived in London, she's wanted nothing more than stability and a place where the supernatural communities observed at least the appearance of peaceful co-existence, and since she's arrived it seems like there's been nothing but threats to that in one form or another.
Not that she was optimistic about the situation. She's used to not getting what she wants.
But at this point, the situation is discouraging, and she'd like someone to have a drink with while she gets the disappointment out of her system.
Wildcard