Feb. 5th, 2014

Feb. 5th, 2014 01:25 am
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It didn't happen often with Natasha, but on occasion cabin fever took form in her in a strange sort of mood that left her eager for company of any sort. She was alone practically all the time when she wasn't working, and it was something usually she did by choice and felt all the better for it. Being with most people wasn't easy for her when she didn't have a direction to go in or explicit orders in terms of a disguise she was maintaining, and while she could definitely be friendly enough when the time called for it, the company of strangers purely for pleasant conversation wasn't something she even know how to actively seek out, the concept was so foreign in practice to her.

The thought of walking up to a person and starting a conversation with them for no other reason than they looked interesting was an attractive idea, though, and Natasha was attempting to build up the nerve.

She'd gone to the bar for a bit and had only succeeded in getting drunk there, finding no opportunities to start a conversation with anyone, and had found herself out wandering about in the lobby. She'd put on a dress that she thought was pretty but felt utterly unlike her, which she supposed was apt for the situation. She also thought she might be a little overdressed for tossing about in a hotel lobby while perhaps a little too tipsy and feeling more playful than she had in a good while, but what did that matter?

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