Evie was settled in a corner in the back, and, seeing Natasha's unmistakable hair, raised a hand to show her where she was. A few couches and overstuffed armchairs stand in the way of her and Natasha, but it's not too hard to navigate through.

When Natasha finally arrives, Evie gestures for her to sit. "it's funny-" she begins immediately, "-hoar means 'old' and 'grey'. Whomever named the place clearly thought they were being clever. But I've been in bars where the names make even less sense." Once Natasha was seated, she continued on.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to drink, or I would have ordered it." They'd had wine the last they were drinking together, when they first met. But this was a casual night, and maybe Natasha wanted to do shots or cosmos or something. It's not like the alcohol did much to them anymore, anyway. Not unless they drank a lot. "You're looking well."