OOM: 2011, Chicago, Girls Night

[redintheledger]

Natasha is, for the record, perfectly ready to go out. A vintage red patterned sundress, light make-up, a pair of red and silver octopus earrings dangling from her ears, and a nicely solid-yet-stylish pair of sandals waiting beside the door (thank you, John Fluevog).

She's perfectly ready, but for the time being, she's going to curl up on her couch with her laptop, and argue with people on the internet about the subtleties of Latin grammar.




(It's nice to care about things that don't actually involve world security, and that's her defense, and she's sticking to it.)

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[holds_her_own]

Maria arrives exactly three minutes early. It's no coincidence that's how long it takes to meet the doorman, buzz Natasha's apartment to let her know she's here, and find her way to Natasha's door.

She knocks with the cap of a bottle of hard cider.

Whenever Romanoff gets around to opening the door, she'll discover the cider has three friends.

(She'll also discover Hill can, in fact, dress down. Slick teal pants, black blouse that is inescapably feminine, leather jacket, silver earrings. Instead of a combat-ready bun, her hair brushes her neck from a loose ponytail.)

"I like your doorman."

[redintheledger]

"Good doormen are very hard to find," Natasha says with a smile, holding the door open for her.

"As is good cider, you are a very useful person to know."

[holds_her_own]

"We all have our skill sets."

She smirks, nodding to the kitchen for permission to rummage.