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[spyderbite]

I got a little something to get us started.

[ Natasha leads Carol on into her kitchen, grabbing two beers out of the fridge. She hands one to Carol and leans against the counter, twisting her cap off while discreetly (but not too discreetly) admiring the other woman. ]

Does alcohol affect you much? Because Thor can put away cases without really feeling anything, and you're the only one around who isn't big and green capable of kicking Hammer Time's ass.

[dutycalled]

[Carol twists the cap off her own bottle and sets it down before taking a long pull, fully aware of the assessment and not minding it one bit.]

Sure it does. It took a while to find out, though. Kree don't unbend much. They could if they wanted to, but they don't want to.

[spyderbite]

[ Natasha tilts her head at Carol, her grin having relaxed into an easy smile. ]

Hm. Sounds like a bad time with bad people.

[dutycalled]

I've had better times with better people. Now that I remember them, I had a lot of better times with better people. Including karaoke.

[She pokes Natasha gently in the shoulder.]

Which you're not getting out of, by the way. If you're trying to distract me, it won't work.

[spyderbite]

[ Natasha laughs a little as Carol pokes her, taking a short swig of her beer. Her open grin then melts into a suspiciously sultry smirk, and she pushes herself away from the counter towards Carol. ]

I don't know. I can be...pretty distracting when I want to be.