[ yelena snorts as he expertly dodges her mocking him and rests her half-full glass next to bucky's empty one, if only to fish something out of her red sequin clutch (tacky, she knows) sitting on her lap. one might expect her phone, or an equally tacky dagger, but instead it is a tiny bottle of tabasco sauce. she's emptying the vial into her drink as they speak, cracking into the cheekiest, most self-satisfied grin. ]

Is Fanny that weird for a name? Maybe it's short for Francesca. [ it isn't. besides, who the hell names their dog josh? ] James—

[ she throws her head back in boisterous laughter, but it is nothing compared to the volume of the music or the people jeering behind them. the stool beneath her even twists on its own from just how hard she's laughing, her knees brushes against his thigh again in the process. ]

I am really flattered you thought I was capable of jugging a little girl while being in my line of work, but no. Fanny is my dog. My best girl! I'll introduce you after the Parker kid tires her out some more.

[ she plucks a straw out of the fancy straw dispenser, initially to stir her drink, but she's pointing it in bucky's direction. ]

Are you disappointed? I only ask because a massive birdy told me you're rather good with children.