[ Nat only decided to join the party moments ago, but her relaxed posture suggests the environment isn't unfamiliar. She lifts her half-drunk cocktail (something pink and fruity; given to her, not ordered), tipping it this way and that, as if assessing how much she intends to down. Ultimately, she pushes it to the side. ]
I don't sweat the small stuff. [ intoned airily, corners of her mouth quirking. ]
[ The bartender slides across two shots, one for herself and her partner. ]
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I don't sweat the small stuff. [ intoned airily, corners of her mouth quirking. ]
[ The bartender slides across two shots, one for herself and her partner. ]