[ It's raining, though that doesn't seem to matter. As Christmas parties go, it could certainly be worse — there could be carols, for one. It's no surprise that Benji wanders until he can find someone to indulge him, champagne in one hand and sprig of mistletoe tucked into his breast pocket. (Go big or go home; isn't that the phrase?)
A hand on the small of her back, Benji smiles at her like someone might finally say yes. ]
[ As Christmas parties go, it could certainly be worse. There'd been that one year with the bomb scare, that other year with the bad shellfish when half the New York branch came down with Hep A. In the grand scheme of global disasters a little rain never hurt anybody.
Natalia's watching it come down outside onto the balcony while she nurses a bright red cocktail through its stir straw. She seems distracted (thoughtful) but that air dissolves quickly the moment she hears Benji's approach, feels the light touch of his hand against the small of her back. Her lips twist to one side, maraschino cherry red. ]
You're a twat, Benji, [ she smirks. (Which, for the record, isn't a no. ] Y'really think a bit'f veg is gonna help you pull tonight?
( NATALIA )
A hand on the small of her back, Benji smiles at her like someone might finally say yes. ]
Merry Christmas, hm?
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Natalia's watching it come down outside onto the balcony while she nurses a bright red cocktail through its stir straw. She seems distracted (thoughtful) but that air dissolves quickly the moment she hears Benji's approach, feels the light touch of his hand against the small of her back. Her lips twist to one side, maraschino cherry red. ]
You're a twat, Benji, [ she smirks. (Which, for the record, isn't a no. ] Y'really think a bit'f veg is gonna help you pull tonight?