Who - Diana Prince // Natasha Romanoff Where - Bar When - Roughly 7pm on 04/30/21 What - Uh, drinks. It’s bar. Rating - Still PG for cussies because Diana can’t technically get drunk yay.
Diana had had a busier social time since she’d arrived in this strange pocket realm than she’d had in the last hundred years, and that was just facts. In her defense, one of her brunch dates had become her archenemy and a literal constant pain in the rear for decades, so Diana had really gotten the idea that it was best to avoid the humans when she could. Work meetings and engagements aside, of course. There was always the odd party for an art curation event. And fistfights, but those hardly counted for Diana.
As she’d learned today, and that right deeply. She and her new friend Thor had gone outdoors and had a sparring match, and neither of them had quite been prepared for what they’d gotten. She had known that he had her in height, weight and reach, as far as paper statistics went. She knew that he had some sort of strength and power, because they’d discussed their own heritages to some extent. Both of them were still surprised, and delighted.
But it meant that before Diana did anything else, she needed a shower, covered in grass and dirt as she was. It might as well have been a different woman that then stepped out of her hotel bathroom, and she tried her best to have a nap. She’d been given a phone, and there had been a pair of earbuds in her room, so she had listened to music. She did not sleep, not properly, but she did sort of drift for a while, and soon enough, it was time for drinks. She had skipped dinner, but Diana didn’t necessarily require the same things a human did. Food was fun, and a necessity, but not as much of one that eating later would trouble her.
Diana had put a little thought into her outfit, because she did not often meet with people. It seemed a silly, simple thing, just meeting up with a new friend for a drink. And perhaps it was, but Diana did not often get out and about, and these things mattered to her. Her other friends would have received the same care (and Dick Grayson had) if she'd planned on meeting up with them, but so far, they'd just surprised her around corners and in rooms she was just discovering. She reminded herself again about the chaos of this place as she dressed, in a pair of wide leg loose pants that nearly brushed the floor, and cinched high up on her waist with a red fabric belt. The belt matched the cropped cotton tee shirt she wore, and her lip balm, though the balm was very muted. Diana didn't like makeup much, unless it was for professional events where her appearance might impact the company she represented. An entirely human thought, but then she'd been among them for decades.
She smiled brightly as she approached Natasha, and reached out to shake her hand, reminding herself to be gentle. She did not know if Natasha was enhanced or simply a human, and Diana could easily break her hand. “Hello! I’m Diana, properly. It’s lovely to meet you.” Diana gave a bit of a nod, and that smile stayed as she took a seat next to the other woman at the bar. She wondered if there would be a ghostly bartender or if she'd be pouring her own drink, but really, it hardly mattered. She couldn't get drunk without an absurd amount of liquor to begin with, so this was more for fun than being drunk.