[Natasha's been spending too many nights at Good Spirits lately and tonight is no exception. She's at the bar, nursing a glass of vodka and lost in serious thoughts, her gaze distant. It's not that she's unaware of anything around her - she's not, there's rarely a time when Natasha isn't aware of her surroundings - but for the most part, she's been left alone for most of the evening, and this place is busy enough that she's stopped looking up with every entrance and exit at the door to see who the newest arrival or departure is.
Still, despite the fact she's sitting alone, there's no inclination in her posture that warns others away or says she wants to be alone. She's just a little lost in her own head at the moment.]
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Still, despite the fact she's sitting alone, there's no inclination in her posture that warns others away or says she wants to be alone. She's just a little lost in her own head at the moment.]