Smells Like Spring Spirit[Natasha/Hannah]

Falling out in the middle of a bar within a festival was far from what the southern woman had intended and within a few minutes or so, she would find herself moving around before her eyes shot open and she rose up from her bed. Of course, with the lack of tolerance in play, she quickly fell back onto the bed, grasping at her head. Holy hell. Her head hurt! A soft groan would escape the woman's lips as she turned to Hannah, blinking her eyes ever so softly as she tapped at the bed. Judging from the fact the woman still had her clothes on and she still felt fabric on her own body, Natasha threw one conjecture out of the window immediately. Perhaps her friends were, right. She needed to ease up on the alcohol. For now, she'd direct her sky blue gaze towards Hannah at her bedside.

"Oof. Sorry about that' darlin'. Guess I gotta a lil' head a' myself there. That Bourbon packed a mightier punch than I could handle. In boxin' terms, it was a total TKO."

Natasha, horrified expression, beleaguered by headache and uncertainty, gazed at Hannah confusion blooming in those sky blue eyes. Oh fuck. No. No. Not again. She recalled the last time she let alcohol control her body and how rowdy she had been in past exploits of this nature but no way. They were still dressed. Moreover, as her eyes grew less hazy and she observed Hannah in her entirety, there was no longer a buxom woman with hips for days but a far more reserved and borderline cadaverous woman gazing back at her with a blush in her cheeks, claiming she'd taken her virginity. Ohhhhhh shit. Uh-Oh. No way. That bourbon was not the play.

"Wait just a minute, lass'. W-what h-happened t-to t-that o-other lady I was with? I'm still fully clothed' and ya look like yer totally' fine to me. I swear if I did anythin', It certainly wasn't me in my right state o' mind. Somethin' about that bourbon did a number on me'... Ahhhh... christ."

Yup. No booze after this. She'd be taking a break.

"I'm not seein' what's so funny here, but I suppose if it's given ya a' peal o' laughter or two, I won't complain much. Head's killin' me. Dunno' if ya' think m' a woman of ill-repute but I dun' fancy the idea' of takin' a lass first time even if I'm an incorrigible flirt. Guess ya' win the drinkin' contest." Natasha would pout softly as she rose up from the bed, rubbing fingers through her hair as she reflected on the moments before the alcohol did a number on her? Natasha would be the first to shamefully admit she was very familiar with her bottles of liquor and even the brands they came from. She commonly knew what and what she couldn't consume with reckless abandon... so how did she end up falling out after the bourbon?

"So, ya' used kido to take on a more buxom appearance, eh? With that type of magical' skill, ya' could do many things," the woman would turn to her with a pouty expression and a squinting glare.

"Like cheatin' and fixin' our little drinkin' game, maybe?"

To be certain, even if it was true, Natasha couldn't really quite confirm it or not. She hadn't paid that much attention but two and two and basic arithmetic with a little common sense. Not like there was much to complain about now, but still... should've avoided the bar first, probably.

Even though the southern sharpshooter was still a bit sour about having her drinks played around with, she was far too laid back to really be angry about it. Disappointed a little? Sure. A little salty for being pranked out of nowhere? Without question. Anger? Nah. She hadn't performed any salacious act on her body while she was out of commission, going as far as to pay for the motel it seemed. If anything, drinking would probably be off the table around this small and mischievous woman. Remaining in place to allow Hannah to apply her healing kaido, Natasha would stretch her arms forward as she leaned back into the bed, a soft chuckle escaping her lips at the woman's commentary. True, she did go through an entire bottle of bourbon but still, a stunt like that could've backfired. Sheesh..

"Hell of an impression', I reckon'. Suppose I saw ya' drinkin' and leavin' men and women fallin' out left and right and thought I could challenge ya' but the results were fixed from the start. I think I introduced myself already but if I didn't... I'm Natasha Miller. Gun-wieldin' quincy coordinator in the Vandenreich."

Natasha would pout as she gazed at the woman. Cheating, really? Why even go to a bar if ya can't handle yer own liquor? Christ... A soft sigh of exasperation would escape the woman's lips as she placed her hands on her hips and ran her fingers through her hair, happy to feel the pain whittling away. That was a hangover she would not soon wish to remember. In any case, Natasha welcomed the ability to enjoy alcohol.

She could be sober. Of course, she could walk away now and have this curse of no-tolerance hanging around her until her last days but she was Natasha Miller. Her dad was nicknamed' "Miller Light" for being skilled with Hirenkyaku. She had to maintain the family honor!

"Can't believe I gotta ask for someone to poison me but in this case, I'd like to have my alcohol tolerance back if it's alright with ya', honey. I'm all for pranks but I'm a proud drunk. I've no intent of goin' sober any time soon."