[ Natasha gives him a quick once over before she gives an internal shrug. ]
Yes.
[ Her voice somehow manages to be loud enough to cut through the music without registering enthusiasm. And then she turns and walks away, long strides and liberal use of her elbows to scythe through the writhing mass of bodies and away from what reads, to her, as desperation. Sweaty desperation, clinging determinedly to hedonism and life in a world with no room for them.
She doesn't look back to see if Peter follows. But she's waiting for him when he gets outside, all black leather and a fuzz of red hair, eyes teasing, mouth curled into a flirtatious half-smile. ]
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Yes.
[ Her voice somehow manages to be loud enough to cut through the music without registering enthusiasm. And then she turns and walks away, long strides and liberal use of her elbows to scythe through the writhing mass of bodies and away from what reads, to her, as desperation. Sweaty desperation, clinging determinedly to hedonism and life in a world with no room for them.
She doesn't look back to see if Peter follows. But she's waiting for him when he gets outside, all black leather and a fuzz of red hair, eyes teasing, mouth curled into a flirtatious half-smile. ]
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