Darcy would never have tried this if she’d known anyone was here.
Well, anyone but Jane.
Jane likely wouldn’t even notice if Darcy walked around in her bra and panties on the regular, but there were other peeps in the lab. Like Bruce. And Tony. So no bra/panties only days. And besides, if she could have chosen to do anything, it would have been to be completely naked.
Let the ladies free.
But she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comforts and privacy of her suite here at the Avengers Complex in her birthday suit. Just didn’t feel right.
So bra and panties it was. She slid out into the kitchen and ducked into the fridge, plucking a jar of maraschino cherries from the door and quickly shimmying over to the bar. She had half a mind to bring out a blender and make margaritas. Except Tony appeared to be fresh out of tequila.
So she settled for whiskey. And Coke. Because who had the time for blended drinks? Plus, then she’d feel obligated to drink it all.
And no one wanted to be puking up banana daiquiris at four in the morning less than Darcy. She knew from experience, it wasn’t as good coming up as it was going down.
She was pouring in the whiskey when she glanced up, saw Loki sitting on the couch staring at her and froze, whiskey still glug-gluging from the bottle in her hand. She gulped.
“Please tell me this is one of those nightmares where I’m in my underwear in front of you.”
He didn’t react, simply took a sip from the drink in his hand. A Cosmo, by the look of it. Loki of Asgard drinks Cosmopolitans with little twists of orange peel. Pass it on.
“I wouldn’t call you in your underthings a nightmare, but unless we’re both having it, I’m afraid this isn’t a dream. Your glass is full…”
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