[Natasha could think of several things wrong with him. His swing was so well broadcasted that she only had to lean to the side, one brow arched, to get out of the way. She almost felt bad. Almost. Maybe she would have if he hadn't decided to get handsy with her.
The people that gathered around Doyle seemed to be muttering in agreement, but she could see the wounded pride smarting all over the man. There was no way he'd be able to let go of the fact that she'd brought him to his knees in front of the ranged members of his crew. And there was really nothing she could do about it either way other than not move until he decided if he'd make is move right then or if he'd wait.
His mouth half opened like he was going to say something as he stared at her and then finally let out a sigh, grumbling that he was going to get a drink as he grabbed the ante money from the table and marched himself across the bar.
Natasha caught Doyle's eyes for a moment and inclined her head toward the man just as someone else asked her how she'd learned a move like that. Her smile was guileless.] I went to a rough school.
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The people that gathered around Doyle seemed to be muttering in agreement, but she could see the wounded pride smarting all over the man. There was no way he'd be able to let go of the fact that she'd brought him to his knees in front of the ranged members of his crew. And there was really nothing she could do about it either way other than not move until he decided if he'd make is move right then or if he'd wait.
His mouth half opened like he was going to say something as he stared at her and then finally let out a sigh, grumbling that he was going to get a drink as he grabbed the ante money from the table and marched himself across the bar.
Natasha caught Doyle's eyes for a moment and inclined her head toward the man just as someone else asked her how she'd learned a move like that. Her smile was guileless.] I went to a rough school.