Tonight the Heartache's On Me (open to anyone)

[redheadspy]

Contrary to popular belief and legend, the Widow did have a heart and tonight it was breaking. Natasha found the closest bar and ordered a bottle of vodka. Heartache was best dealt with by drowning it with vodka

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[eyeofthetigra]

Greer Grant was in the middle of chatting of a handsome man when she saw Tasha walk in the bar. She quickly excused herself and made for the bathroom to discreetly change into a more recognizable form.

Tigra sat down next to the Widow. "Hey Tasha, mind if I join you?"

[redheadspy]

"You can, but I'm not very good company now, Tigra."

She refilled her shot glass and downed it just as quickly.

[eyeofthetigra]

"I noticed that." Tigra motioned for the bartender to get her a drink, which he did without having even to ask what kind. Apparently Tigra was no stranger to this bar. "Man troubles?"

[redheadspy]

"What other kind would have a girl sitting at a bar drinking like a fish?" Natasha asked as she refilled her glass.

[redheadspy]

Natasha actually left the bar before Last Call. She had planned on staying until they kicked her out, but she had actually managed to get somewhat drunk. It was time to walk it off in the night air and then make her way home.

With her hands in her jacket pockets she walked along the sidewalk, her mind focused on a man in red leather.