[ She shrugs nice and loose before she finishes off her drink. ] I'm going to need several more of these before I tell you the story of the yoga instructor.
Driiiiink, drink drink drink. [She shifts on the couch, pulling her legs up under her and getting comfy.] I suddenly very much want to hear this story.
I'm going to have to make another one. [ Which means she is definitely rising. At least there's no shortage of bars in the base. Coulson likes the James Bond aesthetic. ] Do you want one?
[She stares down at her drink for a long moment, as if she's analysing it on a deep psychological level, before shrugging.] You know what?
[This is the girl who broke a decanter because she wanted a taste of whisky. You think she isn't going to down that drink in one go? You'd be wrong, because she does. It burns down, so nicely.] May had a vacation - one whole week. We should have a night of wild drinking.
[ Bobbi's grin is wide and uncontained as she reaches for Skye's glass and makes her way over to the ... second bar. Why are there so many bars, who knows? ]
I like your train of thought. [ She starts getting the ingredients out. She'll make cocktails like a pro, just watch. ]
[Agents of SHIELD and alcoholism, probably? She pushes herself off the couch and goes to join Bobbi, just to keep her company. Maybe sit up on the counter, and gently tip the bottle up a little so more booze falls into the cocktails than moderately should.]
This isn't a nunnery, Morse. I'd know, I grew up in one.
[ She grins a little when Skye encourages more alcohol. They're going to taste like hell and Bobbi will probably have to get Hunter to come and help her to her bunk if her legs won't work but she's fine with that. ]
Mister Charm School? Unlikely. [You know what though, she's also not drunk enough to give Bobbi all her various opinions regarding Coulson and his sex life, so.]
Just the one time. It hasn't stuck. [But then again, she has a lot of names for Coulson, almost none of them Director. She shakes her head, and tries the drink Bobbi gives her.]
[ She has enough on her hands when it comes to Hunter, you're safe from her encroaching on your territory, Skye. ]
I was nineteen. He was from some ... Scandinavian country I guess. He didn't speak a single bit of English and I never kept my clothes on long enough to ask him where he was actually from. But oh, it was the best three months of my life.
[ Grinning above her glass before she takes a sip, savours it and all its potent glory. ] The muscles on that man would have made anybody weep. But it was what he could do with them.
[What, what, that's not what she means. And now she will listen to the story about the Scandinavian yoga guy, and hold her breath a little as imagination plays its role in the story, and then...release it with a long sigh.]
[ She remains the epitome of line-face for a moment before she grins. ] But seriously, don't go anywhere near Barton. He and Romanoff are always dragging people into their dad-joke world. I barely escaped.
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I'm going to have to make another one. [ Which means she is definitely rising. At least there's no shortage of bars in the base. Coulson likes the James Bond aesthetic. ] Do you want one?
[ Down your drink, girl. It's party time. ]
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[This is the girl who broke a decanter because she wanted a taste of whisky. You think she isn't going to down that drink in one go? You'd be wrong, because she does. It burns down, so nicely.] May had a vacation - one whole week. We should have a night of wild drinking.
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I like your train of thought. [ She starts getting the ingredients out. She'll make cocktails like a pro, just watch. ]
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This isn't a nunnery, Morse. I'd know, I grew up in one.
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I don't know, I think Coulson's pretty delicate.
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[ She grins as she passes over Skye's drink and brings her own round to the side with the stools. When she takes a sip her nose wrinkles. ] Phew.
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Oh yeah, that'll do the trick.
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I guess he can be quite charmiing.
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Guess so. [Monster cocktail is right.] So, that yoga instructor, Bobbi?
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I was nineteen. He was from some ... Scandinavian country I guess. He didn't speak a single bit of English and I never kept my clothes on long enough to ask him where he was actually from. But oh, it was the best three months of my life.
[ Grinning above her glass before she takes a sip, savours it and all its potent glory. ] The muscles on that man would have made anybody weep. But it was what he could do with them.
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Man, I think I miss sex.
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I guess we need a night out then. Girls' night.
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Not that I wouldn't say no to that, but I doubt it'd fix my main concern here. [The sex, Bobbi.] Girls' night in is fine.
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[ She's great at cocktail making and bigging up other girls. Of course she'd be great. ]
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Is that why they call you Mockingbird
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[ She just looks so dead-eyed for a moment. ] Please, never meet Clint.
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Oh come on, don't get snippy. You're the one offering me a helping wing.
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[ She remains the epitome of line-face for a moment before she grins. ] But seriously, don't go anywhere near Barton. He and Romanoff are always dragging people into their dad-joke world. I barely escaped.
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[She takes a bitter, bitter sip. Sipping bitterly.]
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