[Distaste isn't normally a look that's leveled at her.
Natasha shifts, her elbows braced against the bar, flannel falling open to show off more of the bruises. Including the ones from last week's fight slowly fading out into yellow beneath the fresher crop. She isn't ashamed of what she does. In or out of the the cage. If he wants to be offended by her choices. Have at.
If you wanna take it outside, she's good with that too.]
That's a pretty personal question, big guy.
[Condensation drips down the beer bottle as she bring it to her lips again. She drinks deeply.]
no subject
Natasha shifts, her elbows braced against the bar, flannel falling open to show off more of the bruises. Including the ones from last week's fight slowly fading out into yellow beneath the fresher crop. She isn't ashamed of what she does. In or out of the the cage. If he wants to be offended by her choices. Have at.
If you wanna take it outside, she's good with that too.]
That's a pretty personal question, big guy.
[Condensation drips down the beer bottle as she bring it to her lips again. She drinks deeply.]
If I win, it pays the bills.
[And that's not remotely the point.]