I DID NOT RECIEVE PERMISSION TO DO THIS. BUT HERE IS A ROLEPLAY, NO EDITING. NOTHING IS DONE TO THIS, OTHER THAN COPYING AND PASTING, CHANGING ONE WORD, FOUR QUOTATION MARKS, AND POSTING IT. FUCK YOU ALL, THIS IS WONDERFUL.
Sitting in a bar, Natalia felt quite at home. She downed the drink set in front of her, even though she had no idea what it was. It was times like this that she found herself quite lucky. Her high alcohol tolerance came in handy when she went out drinking. Especially when there were strange men buying her drinks. She'd almost grown accustomed to the whole not having to pay for any alcohol anymore. She stood from her stool, completely unphased by the large amount of toxins in her body, and walked calmly toward the restroom. Natalia always needed somewhere to cool off, drink a little water, balance her body out. It was helpful. Stepping out of the sterile white restroom, she found herself backing into the door to keep from bumping the figure ahead of her.
"Oh, sorry about that..." Alfred frowned, taking a step back. He looked down at her, smiling a little. "Hey, don't I know you?" A terrible pickup line... How nice.
Natalia was slightly surprised that, even in slight heels, she had to look up to see the full face of the man ahead of her. Her face flushed, slightly from the alcohol(despite her tolerance, a night of drinking gave her a slight buzz), slightly from embarrassment. "I should have looked before I walked into you. It's really my fault." She let her shoulders relax. The last time something like that had happened, she'd had just enough time to duck before the guy had tried to hit her. She raised a thin, pale brow. "I'm not sure, maybe your name would ring a bell if you did?"
"Does a 'Alfred Jones' ring a bell at all?" He smiled widely, his glasses a little farther down his nose than normal. "What's your name, It's a little fuzzy in my mind, but if I knew who you were, I'd probably remember as well~"
She shrugged, a slight motion not quite needed, due to the questioning arch of her brow. "Natalia Arlovskaya." Nothing offered but her name. Perhaps she did know this man from somewhere. Perhaps he was just a stranger flirting for the sake of flirting. Whatever the case, she tossed her blonde-white hair over her shoulder, then offered a hand in greeting.
He stood there almost blankly, a little confused. "Natalia...this is going to sound crazy, but I really do know you!" He grinned, taking her hand and shaking it. "We used to go to Gauken Highschool?"
Most likely, the only show that she was surprised was the slight widening of her eyes, but anything could have shown. "Well, then..." she trailed off, shaking his hand before dropping hers to her side. "Highschool, eh? You didn't, by chance, go to a party where a certain violet-eyed, freakishly tall guy got completely wasted despite the fact that his tolerance for the toxins in spirits is higher than mine?"
"Uhm..." He looked up at the ceiling before looking at her again. "Yeah...Ivan." He smiled. "Yeah, the dude knows how to party, by the way."
A smile interrupted her unemotional expression. "Yes, him. I know someone who got it on tape. Proof that he's not the wacko he'd like to think he is."
"...Really?" Alfred arched an eyebrow. "Well, that means that there's probably a shot of me running with nothing but my birthday suit on yelling 'Yolo'." He chuckled lightly. "Fun times..." He took a sip of his drink, nodding a little. "Fun times..."
Natalia nodded slowly. "I think I remember that happening. Right before the albino kid spewed the contents of his stomach all over the floor." She let out a cold laugh. "I still hate him. The floor is stained to this day."
"I bet, I mean...Arthur can't hold his booze for anything." Alfred noted. "I'm surprised he lasted that long."
What little emotion Natalia showed was growing a little. She allowed herself a real smile, not a tight-lipped half-smile. She shook her head, though it was half-joking. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. And you didn't keep him near a bathroom?"
"Francis was in the bathroom with a girl. Nobody wanted to go in there." Alfred said in all seriousness. "I think her name was Katy or something." Oops. Wrong move...
Natalia nodded. "Understandable. Is he still a man-whore?" Her words were completely honest. She wasn't trying to be mean to the poor pervert. It was just that he hit on every female he layed eyes on. "Might I ask why you know her name?"
"Because he had her panties until she hit him, then apologized, and ran off." He replied. "Francis got his way around..."
Another shrug. "Surprising. If I were in her situation, I'd have let him keep them. I wouldn't want to touch something after it'd been contaminated by him. He was creepy." She glanced upward, reading his expression, or trying to, at least. "That's... Nice... I think."
"...I'd rather not think about it..." Alfred nodded, jamming his hand in his pocket. "So, we're all graduated, what have you been up to?"
"Alright then." Mental note. No mentioning the creepy guy who had attempted to rape her sister. Easy enough. "Basically, by day, I'm a nurse. Night, I'm either here or tending to the needs of my sick sister."
"Ah..." He nodded. "I landed myself a job in comic art, beleive it or not. I think my sketches and stuff are terrible, but oh well. After studying in Italy, I think I'm just 'okay' now... I do real-life sketches on the side if anyone wants 'em, too." he added.
She chuckled. "Studying to draw in Italy is slightly pointless. It'd be more efficient to study to draw in Siberia. Unless realism is too much work. Then Tokyo is perfect." Rambling about art was something she hadn't done for several years. Not since she was turned down as a painter. Apparently, people didn't enjoy life-sized gory murals. "At least, that's my opinion.."
"I did a month in France and I couldn't handle it." He smiled arrogantly. "The women couldn't take their hands off me~" He joked. "It's not as bad as you think in Italy. They have their artists, and it's better than one-legged prostitutes asking you to draw them."
"Is that so? Because I wouldn't think the French would take so well to a cocky American." Straightening her stance, she spoke again, "I've been to Italy. Most of their art consists of flowers and naked women. Not something I enjoy." She ignored the last bit, not sure whether it was serious or not.
"And sportscars." He sniffed. "I didn't really take to the whole 'draw a woman' thing. None of 'em looked..." he tried to find the word, a little confused. "/Down to earth/ maybe? And don't be fooled, the French love Americans. They just...they show it well..." His voice cracked as he took another sip of his drink, looking away.
"Because sports cars even it out." She gave a wide-eyed nod, visibly disbelieving her own words. "Well, I understand that. No naked woman has breasts that perky." She grinned, her tone light and carefree. "The French love sex. If you're implying that Americans and French only get along by sex, there's a mental clinic down the street."
"...I know they don't but oh well..." He shrugged, looking down at the ground. "...Could I maybe draw you?"
Natalia reached out, placing the palm of her left hand to his shoulder. "Relax, blondie. I understand. Some people like things that other people don't. Personally, I think Italy is the least interesting place ever. Other people get a kick out of it." She pulled her hand back, once again straightening in a show of confidence. "That's not something someone like me hears every day. But if you'd like to, then sure."
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