the shame practically radiates from the rejected soul slinking away with his tail between his legs --- she hardly needs to look. not the first, & not the last, but enough of an example for the rest to wisely change their minds. AT THE VERY LEAST, she can say she’s gained some welcome company in the brief exchange. at the very least, she can say the night has earned her smile. ❝ i don’t think you’re the one that needs a lesson. ❞ she turns, full - bodied & sincere, to greet her company. her drink remains in hand as she completes her rotation by leaning with her back against the counter, surveying the crowd before her. ❝ IF ANYONE NEEDS A LESSON, it’s every tom, dick, & harry in this place that needs to keep his mouth shut. ❞ she pauses, taking a longer than necessary drink of her martini before setting the glass back down on the bar. the silence between them continues for a moment as she looks the woman up & down ( not maliciously, harboring no sense of intimidation ) with a curl of her lips. BIRDS OF A FEATHER. she extends a hand. ❝ natasha. ❞
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