Natasha would let him, he could do whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn't bat an eyelid, but Natalie well,for her sake it was probably best they didn't get into a heated match of tongue hockey. Neither could pass that off as a quick party hook up, Natalie wasn't drunk enough and Chris certainly wasn't that bold.

Her eyebrow raised slowly, giving him a smile as a slender shoulder shrugged, "no, I meant the E. You may upgrade depending on how much you let your hair down." She lent back slowly, raising a hand to her head and feigning fatigue. "Well, the wine has certainly gone to my head, yes, I think it's time for a cab before I'll have to ask a polite gentleman to carry me home." One effortless girly laugh as she smoothly stood, looking down at him with that same pleasant smile on her lips. All an act, her words had been loud enough for those around to hear, the perfect alibi for leaving.

Natasha turned slowly in her heels, facing John with a sudden look of confusion to the spilt wine. "John!" The look of surprise on his face was nearly priceless, considering it was the first time she'd addressed him by his name all evening. "Thank you for the hospitality but I'm afraid I'm turning in, lots of work to do and Chris here has offered to split cab fare." Well, that was him taken care of even if he was still glaring at Clint from over her shoulder as she hugged him carefully.