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Who: ~~Natasha Romanoff~~ Natalie Rushman
Where: The school, her home, out and about around town
When: The duration of the event October 24-28
Rating: Anywhere from PG to MATURE, idek
Summary: Natasha's the school Guidance Counselor, spending her days dealing with problem teens and her evenings in search of a little uncomplicated fun and distractions. not that it always works out that way... Her plotting comment is over here

The Story:
The Office:
Natalie's office at the school is a bright and airy room at a corner of the building, where bright windows let in a lot of light. It's all tastefully decorated, all soothing neutral colors with the occasional splash of a vibrant red for an accent. Her door is always open unless she's seeing a student and while she often does her paperwork from behind her desk, when she gets a visitor, she's more often likely to come join them on the couch or the plush pair of overstuffed armchairs that takes up the far side of her office.

After Hours:
When not acting as the school's guidance counselor, Natalie tends to take a much more laid back and uncomplicated approach to life. She has a small house in one of the neighborhoods on the outskirts of town with a view of the water, something neat and trim and complete with a white picket fence - an irony that is not lost on her.

She can be found there on occasion but much more often she's out and about, a frequent visitor at the local diners and bars when she's looking for a bit of companionship, or at the gym or the dance studio when she's not. She likes keeping busy and is very emphatic about leaving her work for work hours, although sometimes that's not always possible. She's friendly but has a bit of a sharp tongue and a sly sense of humor and if you're looking for a little bit of uncomplicated, no-strings-attached fun, then you'll definitely have a better chance of catching her attention.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I made sure that when I sobered up all evidence was destroyed." Which means she needs to ask Max for it. He likely has some. "Someone said I couldn't do some dance or other in a skirt. So I did it."

"They should know better than to dare you to do anything," she counters with a smirk. Although she's totally making a mental note to see if she can find hidden evidence anyway. Someone's gotta have some and she's astonishingly adept at uncovering things like that when she sets her mind to it. "Or I can just get you drunk again and offer a challenge of my own..."

Rey looks at her over his shoulder mid-stretch. "You know that because you've mentioned it I won't do it, yeah?" Really, the first rule of pranking people is not to mention that you want to prank them.

"Are you still going to remember this conversation when I get you so very drunk in a year from now?" she counters with an innocent expression, because she doesn't mind playing a long game. "Maybe I'll just need to splurge on the really good liquor."

"Hey, never doubt my ability to remember things that keep me from getting totally fucked, okay?" More than once has he been saved because he remembered someone's phone number or work address. "Besides, you're assuming I'm dumb enough to get drunk with you." He laughs. "Sorry, Natalie, but I have more dignity then that."

"I am so very insulted right now, Rey," she huffs as she leans into a stretch, her tone still holding a fair amount of humor. "I'm not sure where your dignity has anything to do with having a drink with me. I happen to be excellent drinking company, I'll have you know."

That gets him to snort. "Yeah, so long as I'm not drunk and you're not bored," he retorts. "Or as long as I'm bored too and we have a target." Because Rey is a total dick to his friends when he's bored and even worse when he's drunk.

"Oh, now that sounds way more entertaining," she laughs, her grin turning wicked. "Sounds like something we're going to have to try one of these nights."

Rey smiles, almost cat-like in his mischievousness. "Time and place, Natalie. Now, pick a song."

"Oh, I'm holding you to that," she shoots back with a wry smirk, looking all too pleased to have it to look forward to. She reaches out a hand, wiggling her fingers at him in demand. "Hand it over. Let me see what you have for me to work with."

He obeys. It's mostly classic stuff, seeing how that's what he likes, but there's some top 40s, some Broadway, lots of stuff from the sixties and seventies, and a few random songs that were clearly put on without his knowledge because it's like rap or One Direction.

Or Pink. Which she knows is there, because she snuck it on when he wasn't looking a few weeks ago, but there's something she's been wanting to work on, and there's no better dance partner in this town.

"How adventurous are you feeling?"

Rey gives her a Look.

"That worries me. But very."

"What is that look for?" she tsk's her tongue and shakes her head at him, hands folded over her chest. "When have I ever made you do anything too mortifying? Really. Give me the benefit of the doubt here."

"Oh I trust you," he says. "I just know your idea of 'adventurous' is a bit...extreme sometimes."

"You like extreme, it keeps you from getting bored," she points out with a hint of an impish grin, then goes to tug her tablet out of her bag. A few taps on the screen later and she's pulling up youtube, stealing the wifi from the cafe beside the studio.

She hands it over to him when she finds what she wants, letting the video give him a better idea than what she could probably explain. "You'd mentioned a few weeks back about wanting to find a new choreography routine and I've been pondering this one for a while. I was thinking of making it a little less modern and a little more ballet, but I thought some of it had potential to use, and then we could work out something new for all the parts it doesn't."

Rey watches it, studying the video (and ignoring the "bored" comment because rude).

"It could work," he agrees. "It'll be fun to try and make it work, either way. Want me to see if they have a projector or something we can hook this up to? I know I've seen them use one for youth lessons."

"Sure," she answers with a grin, her expression brightening a bit when he agrees to it.. "And I thought it looked pretty fun. Really different, but I've been craving something a little unusual."

"Same." Rey hands Natalie her tablet back. "Be right back, hopefully."