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Cool down after work was pretty much routine for the two by this point. With the mercenary dragging her younger coworker along to some bar, where the former could destress over a couple of drinks, and the latter would probably go sit at a table off to the side so she could mull and murk over god knows what this time. But it seemed like today was one of those rare days, where purple swordswoman actually joined her dark haired senior for a few non-alcoholic drinks. Sure, she was stiff and snippy as ever. Especially when Raven couldn't help but tease the younger woman for the theatrics and dramatics she' unconsciously pulled out on today's mission, but the awkwardness eventually gave way to shared laughs and a couple of dumbshit smiles on both their faces. Or... Maybe just Raven's, since it was her... What number was she on by now? It slipped her mind in between all the chatter.
Well, as long as Mei was around, the merc was in good hands as any. So she thought, as she wrapped an arm around her taller coworker. Pale complexion tinted a faint red and a doofy grin on her face, as words came spilling out of her mouth.
"You're really damn pretty, you know that?"
That got those sharp purple eyes to freeze on the utter fool Natasha was making of herself at the moment. The casual air from earlier completely disappearing and replaced with a heavy silence, as Mei took a moment to process just what the red faced Russian had blurted out.
"And you're not too bad yourself."
Brisk and to the point, nothing unexpected of Raiden Mei. But it definitely wasn't the kind of answer Natasha was expecting to hear. So unexpected, that the archer found herself clamming up. Wine red eyes sharply averting her junior's gaze, as she tried to recollect herself, to say something instead of leaving it on such an awkward note.
"That mean I can ask for a kiss, princess?"
She couldn't stop herself from smiling as the last word left her lips. Hoping with all her heart that the stupid look on her face and the brazen request would get Mei to back down. So that the two could move on from this and spend the rest of the night acting like Natasha hadn't hit on her. But it seemed the Herrscher had different plans, as her lips curled into a faint smirk.
"Maybe another time."
... Fuck.