Backdated to 22 November

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Natasha's never much been the sort to celebrate her birthdays. Wasn't even when she was alive and aging. Call it the result of not having anyone to celebrate with. Family had all died when she was young, and growing up in thin times, in and out of orphanages and boarding schools, there weren't many people interested in splurging to buy her presents or take her out to dinner. She could count the number of birthday parties she's had in her whole like—seventy-eight years today—on one hand and still have fingers leftover.

She's not sure why she's thinking of it at all this year. Maybe just because there's been so many changes. New city. New allegiances. New friends, maybe. New life, maybe.

Maybe she just didn't actually expect to live to see this one after she fled Russia.

Whatever it is, Natasha goes out drinking tonight with purpose, making the rounds and her regular bars and drinking a toast at each of them. Sometimes she drinks them to herself. Sometimes she drinks them to the people who didn't make it this far. If, along the way, she runs into anyone she knows? In the event that happens, they might find themselves with a bottle of beer or a glass of whiskey being set in front of them, a silent invitation to join her for this round.

If she doesn't, then she has her drink alone and moves on.

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"This is number three," Natasha says with a slight smile, as though admitting something. Advantages of being a vampire: she holds her liquor well, even when she's not on human blood. That's also a disadvantage.

"Figure I have at least two or three left in me. Unless something better shows up."

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It's a problem they share; the last time Eames had managed to get drunk on the human stuff, it took the better part of two days of solid drinking to get there. But the taste is good, and the atmosphere almost lets one forget the drink isn't doing anything. Or so he tells himself.

He makes a gently amused noise, a hum through a mouthful of whiskey, and tilts his head, "and what counts as better to the birthday girl, mm?"

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"That's a good question," She says, taking another sip. Her reasons for drinking are, in some ways, less benign. She might not get drunk, but it does tend to take the edge of her thirst, and the smell of alcohol helps distract from the smell of blood.

But it isn't so unpleasant, as coping strategies go.

"I like to think I'll know it when I see it, though."

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"I'll keep an eye out for you," Eames winks aside to her, tilting his head as if he's totally unaware of the chemistry between them. A playful glint in his eye as he glances around the bar, "two heads and so on."

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"Oh, will you?" Natasha asks, playing along with his tease. She knows that's what it is. They both know very well what's going on here. But they also both seem to enjoy the game. "Now I'm curious what you'd find. Can I trust your taste?"

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"Ah--" Eames lets out a small laugh, raising an eyebrow with a teasing lilt to his voice, "so first I have too much taste, and now you can't trust it? What's a man to think, mm?"

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"May I like to keep you guessing?" A spy's prerogative. She goes back to Russian then, leaning in slightly, her head tilted slightly. "It's less a matter of too much or too little. I just only have so much evidence what you might like in men. Or women."

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Eames shakes his head, tilting it a little toward hers with a soft, amused sigh.

"And here I thought the evidence so far spoke very highly of my taste in people."

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"Oh, your taste is suspect. I've seen some of the people you flirt with. Very shady." It's fairly clear who she's talking about. Or she assumes it is.

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It's herself, right. Or Eames assumes it is. Either way he shrugs, "you must see something different when I see someone gorgeous and fascinating."

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It is herself, true. She hadn't precisely meant to fish for a compliment out of it either; she meant it in a self-deprecating way, a joke. But the response does get a smile out of her. "Funny how different perspectives will do that. But if that's what you see, I won't argue it."

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"Good." He makes a gently satisfied noise, "I'd hate to start telling you to respect your elders and accept our opinions without question."

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"People have been telling me that for decades now. To think I used to listen to them." She says it more as an aside than a response, amused as much because it's true than because it's actually funny. She pauses then, sipping her drink around a smirk.

"How about this. I'll tell you who I have my eye on, and we can see if you approve."

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Eames snorts and nods, taking a liberal swig of his drink, "okay. Point them out."

If it's not him he would highly recommend that woman down the other end of the bar.

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Natasha smiles a little, inclining her head toward him. She'll go ahead and break the game enough to admit it. She would like this whole chase to end in her getting fucked, which at some point means that she has to stop playing hard to get. "Turns out, he's a fae. A little older than me. Maybe a lot older than me. Good with dogs?"

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"Oh? A vampire and a fae? Could be dangerous." He says it with a little mock worry in his voice, as if neither of them could handle themselves if things took a turn, and leans back a little as if he really needs to give that any thought at all, "but I'd give him a chance, especially if he's really that good with dogs."

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"The way he is around dogs is probably one of his more attractive features." Her eyes light up with humor as she says that. "Not that he's not attractive enough on his own, but believe me... it helps."

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Eames actually laughs at that, surprisingly charmed by it, if he's honest.

"Here's my suggestion," and he leans a little toward her as if imparting great wisdom, "go back to his place, thoroughly wear him out, and then play with his dog come the next day."

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Natasha tends to have a good read on people. Somehow, she felt like he would appreciate her approach.

She nods, not entirely hiding her smile. "I think you and I have the same idea."

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"Well then," he starts as he leans a little closer, close enough to speak directly in her ear, and he drops his voice a little too, "what say we try this idea out then?"

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"I think we ought to do just that." As she says it, she stands, throwing a few bills on the table to cover her drink as she rises. "I'll be interested to see if I can exhaust you, you know. I do like a challenge."

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Eames stands after her, and makes his way toward the exit with a casual smirk and a wink over his shoulder, pulling his phone out to book a cab.

"Well I'll tell you it's possible, but I won't say any more than that."

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"I guess we'll see what I can do, then." She falls into step beside him, closer than would be considered entirely casual. She doesn't show any sign of being in a hurry, or being uncomfortable.

But damned if she doesn't really hope this is actually happening tonight.

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Eames' body language isn't exactly inviting per se, but it's open, allowing Natasha to get as close as she wants as they walk outside and wait for the cab to arrive. He runs hot, he always has, he knows that has to have a draw for vampires.

Plus, she's gorgeous and charming, as if Eames has a problem with her getting a little close.

"I look forward to it," he lofts an eyebrow, "I'll have to see about returning the favour too."

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Natasha does notice how warm he is, and while she doesn't give in to the temptation yet, it does draw her. There's a strong argument to be made against tempting herself this way, but Natasha isn't one to back down because she's worried about her self-control.

It just means she has to restrain herself from burying her face in his shoulder. For now, she just stays close, letting herself be aware of his body and his head, letting the anticipation.

Which is why she hasn't climbed on top of him by the time the cab shows.