"Powder my nose"
Genevieve stands beside Clint, smiling at him.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." Lane chuckles.
"I'm Aaron Stan, this is my wife-"
"Lilly Stan." Genevieve offers her hand.
"Nice to meet you both." Lane takes Genevieve's hand, kissing her knuckles.
Genevieve fights her urge, to rip her hand away.
Clint places his arm around Genevieve's waist, squeezing her hip.
Lane let's go of Genevieve's hand. As he grabs a glass of champagne, from a passing waiter.
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"If you'll excuse me. I have to powder my nose." Genevieve smiles.
"Oh by all means." Mr. Lane nods.
"I'll be right back, I promise." Genevieve kisses Clint's cheek.
Clint chuckles, as he wipes off Genevieve's lipstick.
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"So tell me about yourself, Aaron." Mr. Lane says, sipping his champagne.
"Well what's there to tell?" Clint chuckles, as he watches Genevieve walk away.
"Do you have any hobbies?" Mr. Lane asks.
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"Yeah trying to stay focused on my job. You old fart." Genevieve mumbles, in Clint's ear.
Clint sips his champagne, to keep from laughing.
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"Gen' that's not funny. Stay focused on the task." Steve lectures.
"I know, looking for the enhanced woman." Genevieve sighs.
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"I like to do some target practice." Clint shrugs with a smirk.
Genevieve snorts, as she scans the party.
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"Do you think your wife made it, to the bathroom okay?" Mr. Lane asks, as he grows bored with Clint.
"She's probably chatting. I'm sure she's making her way back." Clint nods.
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Genevieve spots her target. She quickly makes her way back to Clint.