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[ersatzdivinity]

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Gaby/Nat, modern AU

[tothefly]

Natasha's no stranger to undercover work. In fact, it's more or less what she was made for; to fit in, to blend, to be just another face in the crowd to everyone but that one unlucky individual in the moment of their death. She's pretended to be any number of things. But frankly, the idea of this one makes her itchy. She's always worked better alone. Still, the job is the job. She'll always do that well.

The party is quiet and refined, the company glamorous, and this redhead is no exception as she steps softly up behind the brunette she's partnered with, one hand sliding lightly across the woman's back as she smiles brightly at the man Gaby is currently in conversation with. "There you are, darling, I'm glad I found you. And who's this you've run off and left me for?" And does she need to tell him his advances are unwelcome, she seems to imply, like the woman she's playing would. That woman would care. Natasha herself, maybe not so much. Mostly.

[eastwall]

Glamorous parties are not exactly Gaby's scene. She doesn't know how to be refined, and wouldn't bother to even try, aside from rocking the dress she's wearing. But there's always someone entertained by her bluntness, or intrigued by the fact that a woman works as a car mechanic - despite the fact that it's the 21st century already - so she never fails to attract a few fans. And she's enjoying themselves, promising she's got contacts who can locate rare parts for their rarer cars, and she's got the skills to fix their cars as good as new. The men are interpreting this as flirting. She doesn't mind.

Which is why she stiffens when she feels a hand suddenly sliding across her back. "Darling," she says, making no attempt to disguise her annoyance. "This is Francis. He was just telling me about his cars.."

She's getting these men to trust her. That's the job, and flirting gets the job done. And Gaby usually goes off by herself too, to ensure it's done right. Even if Natasha at least seems somewhat competent. And not the worst person to fake a marriage with, overall.

[tothefly]

The annoyance in Gaby's voice just makes it better, honestly. Natasha was not on board when they'd told her just what kind of cover they'd established, offering a dozen other potential solutions--not that she minded the idea of being intimately involved with a woman, or even specifically with Gaby; that was obviously no bother at all, just...it seemed so forced. Perhaps it's the intimacy it implied, the construction of a life shared. Of course, she could be good at it. There was very little she wasn't good at. It just...got under her skin. An irritation she found lessened ever so slightly by sharing that irritation with her new partner.

"How fascinating, I'm sure," she all but purrs, deliberately leaving that hand exactly where it is. "I know all about your love of getting your hands dirty. I'd love to leave you two here to keep getting acquainted, but I must steal you away for a moment. Madeleine is here, she was just telling me some news about the Corviere's youngest you simply must hear." Her voice is throaty, pleasant, faintly British--and not at all to be argued with. After all, the words are part of their code, aren't they?