Natasha Romanoff | Open - 8:45pm
All things considered, Natasha wasn't exactly a party person. Like any good spy she could play the part, but that didn't mean she liked it. She hadn't even wanted to come to the Yule Ball, since that meant dressing up and pretending everything was fine when she knew it wasn't. Still, Alexei had been insistent, so here she was.
Sipping from a hot cider, she allowed the warmth to overtake her, the music adding a nice touch of whimsy to the evening as a whole. Perhaps she could allow herself to relax a little, just for one evening.