Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT TWO - PART TWO

And another one, Cheers!

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"Why are you never asking your very hot roommate to come along?" Jake Seresin asked, as he had moved to stand behind the back of the couch in the common room which Bradley and Seresin's best friend Javy were sharing, only to lean forward and watch Natasha closely, who just huffed at him, before reaching out with her hand to fully cover his face and push him back. Causing Javy to laugh, who was sitting on the floor, the coffee table between him and Bradley as they were playing cards.

"You mean the Admiral's daughter?" Nat asked with a huff. "We don't get along." She added after a moment, which caused Bradley to pretend that he wasn't listening in to their conversation, while Jake groaned.

"Maybe she just needs a few friends. All we ever do is reduce her to who her father is." Javy pointed out, causing Nat to groan because that was actually a solid point. She guessed Sarah Grace would be a bit more open and ready to have an actual conversation with her, once she stops calling her 'Admiral's daughter'.

"She seems like one of these girls that turn their anger against every woman they know because daddy would rather have a son and now, she hates being a woman and thinks women are weak. You're not man enough to be her friend, Trace." Jake pointed out, while Bradley looked over his shoulder as the man from Texas, wondering when he had the time to fucking analyse Grace. All Grace ever did when Jake talked to her was look at him as if he was talking a language she didn't understand. Sometimes Bradley thought that maybe he did.

"You are so weird." Natasha told Jake as she was looking at him, before she huffed.

"But Javy might be right. I will ask her to come along next time, but don't be surprised when she tells us to fuck off." Natasha pointed out and Grace did tell her to fuck off. But Natasha had set her mind on this, not accepting a no after she had used all the goodness in her heart to actually ask her, so she kept asking.

"So, are you coming along to play some cards at Javy and Bradley's tonight?" Natasha asked as she entered their shared living room, but Grace wasn't even listening to her, too busy holding a postcard of an F-35 if Nat saw correctly.

"What you got there?" She wondered as she stepped next to Grace, looking over the tall woman's shoulder as well as she possibly could.

"That's a nice picture. We could put it onto our mini fridge. That ugly thing needs some decoration anyways. You know." Nat pointed out, trying to be nice to Grace, who mostly brushed her off when she tried to learn anything at all about the younger woman.

"Who send you the postcard?" Nat wondered, not really expecting an answer. Talking to Grace was like talking to a wall. Actually, Nat might have more luck talking with a wall. The wall might answer one of her questions other than Kazansky.

"My father." Grace admitted, which caused Nat to pause. Holly shit, she just answered a question. Stay cool, don't make it weird or she's never going to talk to you again if you fuck it up and make it weird now.

"Just because? That's nice of him." Nat said, nodding to herself, but then she watched as Grace turned over the postcard to read the note on the back, causing Natasha to take in a sharp breath.

"Happy birthday?" Natasha asked Grace sheepishly, causing the taller woman to look at her briefly. Considering if she should tell her off for reading the note without Grace's consent but if was written on a postcard. Not really the way to go if one wanted to keep something secret.

"Leave it." She told Natasha before throwing the postcard onto the table and gathering her books to go to the library for the paper she still had to do research for.