Log; Natasha R | James B Who: Natasha Romanoff & James Barnes When: Sunday evening What: Date Night Rating: TBD
[She wasn't nervous, not really. She wasn't sure what she was, but nervous couldn't account for how much sheer focus she had as she leaned over the bathroom sink, carefully applying eyeliner. Honestly, Natasha wasn't sure what to expect tonight, but she would damn well be prepared for anything. After finishing her makeup - she kept it mostly simple, almost natural, just an accent here and there - and giving her hair a wave, Natasha slid on the red dress as promised. There were weapons under the dress, of course. A knife in one garter, electrifying disks tucked into the other. But otherwise, all she had was a small gun that she tucked into a purse that matched the dress.
At seven pm precisely, she was sliding her phone and apartment key into the purse as well, then glanced towards the open window as Liho leapt in and wound his way around her ankles. Shaking her head, she gave the cat a small smile, then looked over at the door as the knock came.] Showtime, Liho.