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fallaces_sunt) wrote2015-07-22 04:14 pm
fallaces_sunt) wrote2015-07-22 04:14 pm
PL: Ten Forward, Marion
It's been decades since Natasha smoked, but she still gets cravings, sometimes. When she's restless, bored, can't sleep. There's a nice ritual with smoking, and it gives her something to do with her hands.
But there are...downsides. And anyway, she's on a spaceship, they'd probably look down on someone lighting up.
Instead, insomnia has sent her to the lounge, where she's ordered a gin and tonic that she couldn't get drunk on even if it was made with actual alcohol, taken a seat by the window, and proceeds to not drink it.
She fiddles with the straw. Straws are good like that.
(Fiddles and...well. She's Natasha. She's still watching the room, even if she looks the picture of idle insomnia.)
But there are...downsides. And anyway, she's on a spaceship, they'd probably look down on someone lighting up.
Instead, insomnia has sent her to the lounge, where she's ordered a gin and tonic that she couldn't get drunk on even if it was made with actual alcohol, taken a seat by the window, and proceeds to not drink it.
She fiddles with the straw. Straws are good like that.
(Fiddles and...well. She's Natasha. She's still watching the room, even if she looks the picture of idle insomnia.)
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She'd say she's surprised the displaced haven't caused more trouble, but she's superstitious so she doesn't. She doesn't even think it.
Then she looks amused, but the kind of amused that has been there, done that all over it.
She's a short, very pretty woman. It comes with the territory.
"I know those kind of situations," she says, drily. "Never had to use a sword, though."