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[𝙩𝙬 - 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚), 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩.]

𝘠/𝘕

STARK'S PARTIES ARE always slightly immoral. I don't know what it is, but there's just a way in which the abuse of free-will expires and drinks intoxicate sensibility. Not like I'm about to do fuck all about it, though. These parties are the only time where I can run and hide from my girlfriend without being accused - and found guilty - of running away and 'avoiding the situation', which, apparently, I'm the queen of. Look, it isn't my fault that I hate the constancy of every Stark-made situation.

I look around, deciding that the sooner I ditch this place the better, there's nothing like a good bath to relax. I nod to myself, set on finding my way back to my bedroom and soaking myself in oiled bath-water. Just as I turn around, Yelena rams into me, her hand latching onto my wrist and yanking me towards the bar.

"Hey!" I call as I tug my hand away from her grasp. "That hurt."

"Yeah, whatever. You need a drink." Yelena tells me with raised eyebrows.

I roll my eyes at her playfulness. "What I need, is to get back to my room and take off this dress and these heels. Do you know why I always ask to wear a suit?"

"Do you know why you always fail?"

Two reasons, really. I know of two pretty good reasons why I'm always wrapped up in dresses: one, because Wanda gets the suits and as far as this relationship goes, I listen to Wanda, and two, sometimes it is kind of nice to show off a side of me that I never actually put on show. Hell, most of the things I wear revolve around baggy joggers and hoodies. The best things in my life.

I roll my eyes again at her and sit down at on a stool.

"What do you want?" Yelena asks as she slips behind the counter.

"Whatever you suggest. Nothing too strong though."

Yelena nods and starts to make up a drink, mixing transparent liquid with transparent liquid. She tops off the glass with a small, flowery beach umbrella. I laugh at the cuteness before taking a sip. "Damn, Lena. That's good."

Yelena laughs at me as I take another quick sip. "How was your day?"

She shrugs. "Eh, mediocre. I trained with Nat again this morning, but I was that absent that she slammed my poor ass into the mat at least ten times. I can't feel my lower back." One of her hands makes its way to the back of her pelvis, rubbing over the sore site. "You?"

"Nothing really, just avoiding having that talk with Wanda." I sigh. It really wasn't one of my brightest moments.

"Why? What did you do now?"