"Be careful – the barman is pretty generous with the amount of alcohol in cocktails in here," the woman said, making herself comfortable next to Natasha. "Rovio, make me my favorite," she added playfully to the barman, and then looked at Natasha, who seemed like she was up for something new. "Two please." Rovio nodded and left to another side of the bar to look for the ingredients.
"And what makes him so special, that he puts more alcohol in his customers' glasses?" Natasha looked directly at the stranger, taking the opportunity to examine her appearance. She wasn't tall, even with high heels. She was slender, trim. She had gorgeous long curly black hair, deep brown eyes, and a perfect smile. She wore a tightly-fitted red dress. Yes, she was gorgeous. But it would be hard to determine who was prettier.
The woman smiled widely in response-she thought Natasha wouldn't answer her.
"Well, this bar is different from others. Plus, Rovio's my friend, so he makes cocktails stronger for friends of mine." The women were examining each other, trying to guess each other's profession, status, origin and other basics.
It was clear to Natasha that this woman was from England – she had a beautiful accent which was truly hers, not fake. She was in her mid-twenties, maybe older. She wasn`t really a party girl, but liked to drink. A lot, Natasha would say. She wasn`t alone – she probably had company somewhere. But Natasha had no idea about her profession – she looked like someone who had their rich daddy paying for everything. Or maybe not.
"So I advise you not to drink much".
"Don`t worry. I hold my alcohol well." It was true. Natasha`s body was different from everyone else`s – she was so used to it that she could drink whole bottle of vodka and feel all right ,walk straight, be sober-minded. She was given a pretty big dose of serum, but smaller than Steve's. Unlike him, she wasn`t invincible. Her wounds took longer to heal than his, but it was still faster than other people; it took her longer to grow older, some of her senses were sharper. And it was harder to get drunk, but it was possible, again, not like Steve – he had no chance to cloud his mind.
"Yeah, me too." By that time they were brought two shots of sambuca.
"And that`s your favorite drink?" Natasha asked skeptically.
"Not really." Both of them took their shots and let the liquid fall through their throats to run through their veins. "Only in the clubs like this. But I can see this isn't your favorite, either. So… vodka, tequila or rum?
Natasha looked at her, slightly astonished, but masking her feelings. "Vodka mostly. But other two aren't bad either."
"So we have something in common, then. But I don`t really believe that, that you take it well." She smiled playfully at Natasha – she was teasing her, trying to draw her into something. And Natasha was eager to get involved – anything was better than sitting here and getting bored.
"Try me, then." That was her answer.
"Glad to, but not now. We have a whole night to spend, maybe some people to meet. But at the end of all that… like I said, the barman is my friend. So, would you like to meet here in a few hours, when the club is closed? We could chat and drink. We could find out who can drink more."
Natasha smiled sheepishly – no one could ever beat her. But that woman had so much passion, ardor, that it would be a sin to say "no". There was something childish in her that couldn`t let Natasha say 'no' to a stranger.
"It`s twelve right now, so I propose that we meet in here in four hours. I hope you have something to keep yourself occupied 'til then."
"Yeah, we can meet here. I'm Scarlett, by the way. Scarlett Levingstone." Natasha didn`t really want to use her "Natalie Rushman" cover. In her purse, she had a few id`s, so she'd just picked one randomly.
"Nic to meet you, Scarlett. I`m Ether Brown. Have fun."
And with that she hopped of the bar stool and vanished into the crowd.
So Natasha finally found out her name – Ether Brown. It sounded familiar to her, but she couldn`t remember why. It didn`t seem like she was involved with criminals, but there was still something…
Anyway, at least she already had plans for the end of the party. She had four hours until then. Four hours to "have fun".
A handsome young man in an expensive suit came to the bar and ordered whisky. He turned his head in Natasha`s direction, spotted her, and smiled charmingly.
I wouldn't mind spending the next four hours with him she thought.
Hey guys! I have a few ideas about this story and i wanted to give you a choice. I plan to take Natasha back to Clint, but i still have to tell you what had happened to her in Amsterdam. So would you like her come back now and find everything out in flashbacks? Or maybe show everything now (it`ll take about 6 or 10 chapters) and only then bring her back? But in second option there`ll be a huge lack of Clint. It`s your choice! So just tell me that in a review or PM me.
But review y! Oh, and thank you for reading.