It might seem like coincidence, running into another vampire here, but with the amount of time Natasha spends in different bars—well, they were probably bound to run into each other eventually.
She doesn't circulate much. At this point, it seems like too much temptation. Natasha is only too aware of the warm bodies around her, the blood running through their veins, and she wants it. But staying in isn't an answer either. So she sits at the corner of the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and watching the room. Pointedly not hunting.
Natasha notices him when he shows up, making his rounds, and it's not hard to make him for what he is. The question is what she wants to do about it. She could ignore him—but the kind of things she's been involved in lately, it seems a little late to get cautious now. And she could use a distraction.
So she meets his eyes when he glances her way, a little smile playing around her lips, and tips her head back in an invitation to join her. Up to him if he wants to take it.
1 Let's do this.
She doesn't circulate much. At this point, it seems like too much temptation. Natasha is only too aware of the warm bodies around her, the blood running through their veins, and she wants it. But staying in isn't an answer either. So she sits at the corner of the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and watching the room. Pointedly not hunting.
Natasha notices him when he shows up, making his rounds, and it's not hard to make him for what he is. The question is what she wants to do about it. She could ignore him—but the kind of things she's been involved in lately, it seems a little late to get cautious now. And she could use a distraction.
So she meets his eyes when he glances her way, a little smile playing around her lips, and tips her head back in an invitation to join her. Up to him if he wants to take it.