[ yelena is hard to miss with her turtleneck christmas sweater: bright red with tiny bells and embroidery of christmas lights all over it with some actual bulbs on there just to be extra flashy. (it's her first ever christmas party in two decades, cut her some slack. she is, at the very least, wearing a very nice, white silk midi skirt.)
she is seated at the bar with nat, a shot of vodka in one hand and an extra spicy bloody caesar in the other, when the crowd breaks into a loud cheer for danvers who outdrank the god of thunder in record time.
she celebrates their winning bets by clinking her shot glass with natasha's own, downing the vodka like it's water before demanding for another round of shots.
well. yelena was going to ask for more before a familiar silhouette appears in the corner of her eye and a familiar voice is shrieking right in her ear. nat sees this as her cue to exit, and she does so. promptly. with a chortle, no less, as she vanishes into the herd of swaying bodies on the dancefloor.
yelena swivels her chair around to face the man she practically had to strong-arm into attending this function with an overly-dramatic gasp. it's a little difficult for her to be serious when the bells on her sweater are jingling with every little movement. ]
Fanny is not just a dog, James. She is pretty much my daughter. [ she tries to sound offended, but there is a crack in her voice when she says his name. she is so full of shit and she knows it, so she tries her last hand at feigning innocence by sipping on her bloody caesar, sorry bucky. ] Who was the narc?
[ yelena's eyes shamelessly scan bucky from head to toe, as if she didn't do it already earlier, when she caught sight of him the first time twenty minutes ago from across the hall. she gives him her seal of approval in the form of one (1) firm nod and toasting his cracked glass. wait— ]
You clean up nice. Did your glass shatter just now when you hit that note?
big GOTCHA moment
she is seated at the bar with nat, a shot of vodka in one hand and an extra spicy bloody caesar in the other, when the crowd breaks into a loud cheer for danvers who outdrank the god of thunder in record time.
she celebrates their winning bets by clinking her shot glass with natasha's own, downing the vodka like it's water before demanding for another round of shots.
well. yelena was going to ask for more before a familiar silhouette appears in the corner of her eye and a familiar voice is shrieking right in her ear. nat sees this as her cue to exit, and she does so. promptly. with a chortle, no less, as she vanishes into the herd of swaying bodies on the dancefloor.
yelena swivels her chair around to face the man she practically had to strong-arm into attending this function with an overly-dramatic gasp. it's a little difficult for her to be serious when the bells on her sweater are jingling with every little movement. ]
Fanny is not just a dog, James. She is pretty much my daughter. [ she tries to sound offended, but there is a crack in her voice when she says his name. she is so full of shit and she knows it, so she tries her last hand at feigning innocence by sipping on her bloody caesar, sorry bucky. ] Who was the narc?
[ yelena's eyes shamelessly scan bucky from head to toe, as if she didn't do it already earlier, when she caught sight of him the first time twenty minutes ago from across the hall. she gives him her seal of approval in the form of one (1) firm nod and toasting his cracked glass. wait— ]
You clean up nice. Did your glass shatter just now when you hit that note?