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July 7th, 2009 - 04:58 am
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There. Stark. He was looking like he'd rather be anywhere else than this party. This could be something she could use to her advantage.
Natasha grabbed two glasses of champagne and crossed the room to where he stood.
"You look like you would like to be anywhere else but here," she said, letting her accent slip back into her speech. She had learned to speak without one a long time ago, but she still used it when it was needed. Anthony Stark didn't like plain and normal women.
She offered him the second glass of champagne. |
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