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Good to her word, Natasha waits at the bar. She arrives just a few minutes before the purposed time, enough to get a look at the surroundings—mostly to take in the crowd, see who's around and how busy it is before she picks a seat with a clear view of the door.

[rightfulheir]

Willa arrives a few minutes later, and glances around the bar for a moment before spotting the familiar-looking redhead. She doesn't look nearly as tall as her memory supplies, but she supposes that's because she was only twelve at the time.

"Hi. Nice to officially meet you." she laughs softly as she takes a seat at the table across from her.

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It's true that Natasha isn't an especially imposing height, though she carries herself with confidence for whatever that's worth.

"Likewise," she says, gesturing to the seat next to her. "Can I get you a drink, now that you're old enough to have one."

[rightfulheir]

Confidence can make you ten feet tall.

She chuckles softly. "Sure, whatever you're having." After her drink arrives, she takes the push dagger out and sets it on the table for Natasha to take. "So, how long have you been here?"

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Natasha pulls the knife closer with two fingers, then picks it up and slips it somewhere under her belt.

"Oh, too long," Natasha says. What she's having today is shots. It's been a rough... well, too long. "Over two years now."

[rightfulheir]

A woman after her own heart. Willa doesn't waste any time in downing a shot. "Oh, wow." She wasn't expecting that, somehow. "That sounds brutal."

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Natasha does her shot with an economy of movement, her lips narrowing briefly after she swallows.

"Sometimes more than others," she says, wondering if she means that to be reassuring or as a warning. "It has a way of reminding you how bad it can be just about the time you let your guard down. But you probably already noticed that."