[Natasha considers replying another time, but the options all seem flippant or depressing. Not exactly out of character for her, but neither seems like the best idea at the moment.
She feels like shit, the come down from days of Frenzy wearing at her even if she's tried sleeping it off, but at least she could do something. And sitting at the bar, she likes to believe she looks at least a little better than she feels. Not that it should be hard.
She takes the liberty of getting two drinks, both dry vodka martinis.]
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She feels like shit, the come down from days of Frenzy wearing at her even if she's tried sleeping it off, but at least she could do something. And sitting at the bar, she likes to believe she looks at least a little better than she feels. Not that it should be hard.
She takes the liberty of getting two drinks, both dry vodka martinis.]