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CHARACTERS: Wanda Lehnsherr (

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LOCATION: Whichever bar/lounge is closest to 012 » 168
WARNINGS: Alcohol and potential for recollections of traumatic memories?
SUMMARY: Wanda's grabbing a drink or three instead of moping in her room, making her available to be bugged by and and all comers~

[Generally speaking, Wanda doesn't have a great many bad habits. She doesn't chew her nails, she doesn't leave wet towels on the floor, and no, she doesn't drink to excess.

Tonight, however, she's realized that after two and a half months on board, after a physically and emotionally painful death, she's no closer to coping with what she'd been through before her arrival. Nor is she any closer to dealing with the fact that a version of her father, the man responsible for the greatest traumas in her life, is now also on board. In another time and place, she might have leaned on her brother or a friend for emotional support, but there's no one on board she feels comfortable with enough to rely on them in such a way. Certainly her one attempt to seek comfort from Clint had gone awkwardly, and Tony had acted as if he were handling a live bomb when she'd first arrived.

So she's giving up on trying to cope or come to terms with anything, at least for the evening.

Instead, she's taking a page out of Tony Stark's book and going out for a drink or three. There are only so many nights she can keep to herself in her quarters without company and not go crazy, after all. Comfortable in her crew uniform, Wanda can be found in one of Tranquility's bars enjoying something she's hexed to taste like a cosmopolitan.]

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[It is rare for Donna Paulsen to be at the bar alone. There are many people who would gladly take a lovely lady out for a drink here, she's finding, and she's happy to flirt and have a good time.

But sometimes she does need some her time, and as she's said before, it's "more fun with margaritas". So she's strolling in now, as trim and fashionable as ever in her dress suit, hair and makeup in place. She's gotta do what she can to feel in control of her life in this place, right?

So her heels click on the floor as she sweeps her gaze over the bar--Donna's always, after all, looking to meet new people. She enjoys networking, what can she say.

So she props her hands on her hips when she sees another lovely lady alone with a drink. Either she doesn't want company (doubtful, she's in public) or she's looking for new company. Don't mind her if she just steps close enough to speak without needing to raise her voice awkwardly.]

Well this looks like fun.

[it's gentle ribbing, promise.]

[Wanda doesn't recognize the voice and looks over to see the elegantly dressed woman standing there by the bar. She offers her a polite smile and takes a sip of her drink.]

Mm, yes, this particular area of the bar must seem like quite the party.

[Still, she gestures to empty seats next to her.]

You're welcome to join me if you like.

[She could stand to get to know more people on board, after all.]

[Well that seems to have done it. She'll gladly take that seat, and her smile is amused.]

Oh, good. I suppose my self-invitation wasn't particularly subtle.

[And then she'll offer her hand for a handshake. Why not.]

Donna Paulsen.

[Wanda gives her hand for a shake in a relaxed motion. The cocktail hasn't gone to head yet but she's certainly feeling at ease.]

Wanda Maximoff.

[Her smile broadens a little more, showing a hint of teeth.]

And it's not really possible to be subtle with something like that so why bother?

[If she were more of a comic buff, she'd probably know that name, but she spent her time with Star Trek and Shakespeare, and thus it's entirely alien to her. But the company is good, and she smiles in return, more than a little pleased.]

My thoughts exactly. Besides, like you said, I didn't want to miss out on the party over here.

[You looked like you could use company.]

[It's probably for the best that the reality-bending mutant doesn't discover she's fictional. She might make an attempt to go after her creators for the hell they've put her through for the entertainment of others. Ignorance is bliss, and Wanda shrugs to Donna's comment.]

So you like to get in on these sorts of things early.

[So early that they haven't even started...]

Are you drinking?

[Yes, let's avoid that. But early...? Her lips twitch in amusement and she offers a light shrug.]

Perhaps tonight I will try space's version of a daiquiri. If I dare.

[Space alcohol is surprisingly disappointing.]

But more to the point--it's more that you just looked like you could use some company.

[Wanda gives Donna a wry smile and shrugs.]

I'm certainly not opposed to it. I realized this evening that I've been keeping to myself too much for my own comfort, and that I could use a drink.

[She lifts her glass in a gesture.]

And so I find myself here. The question is what kind of daiquiri will you brave?

[It's a good gesture, and Donna gives a nod in response to that, understanding.]

Strawberry banana is more to my taste, but good, ordinary strawberry sounds safer. Who knows what sorts of bananas they have here.

[That's what she's going for, yep. She has high class tastes. And she folds her hands after she orders that, tilting her head.]

I think I can understand both sentiments. That, and if you're anything like me, sometimes the current company just doesn't quite provide what you need. Am I close?

You're close, yes. Is that commonplace here or is there something I've done to give that impression?

[The question is given with obvious curiosity. If there's something she's doing, she'd like to know, but truthfully she pegs Donna as someone who's going off of what others on board have shared and a well trained gut instinct.]

[She's entirely right, and Donna just smiles faintly.]

A bit of both, if I had to pin it down. With a healthy dash of womanly intuition.

[and some personal experiences of her own; after all, that's why she's here too.]

[Wanda nods in quiet acceptance of that much, but her eyes focus more on Donna as she casually sizes the other woman up.]

And what is it that's brought you here tonight, besides the drinks?

[..well, that's an interesting question. And she doesn't really want to talk about the fact that she's just a normal assistant to a high class law firm and therefore has been on the edge of a mental breakdown a few times since arriving here--

But she has a better answer than that, tipping her drink to one side as she observes it.]

I was looking for company myself, honestly. [truth.] Free time split together is less dull than free time spent apart.

[and she makes a face.]

Ugh, so much free time.

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