Natasha giggles again. Her friends in the group seem to have lost interest in the conversation between Natasha and Bryan, conversing amongst themselves instead - which was fine for Natasha, knowing that now she got Bryan all to herself now. "Most of us are from Las Vegas - like me - but some of us are from London as well. What about you? Where are you from?" She takes a sip of her beer, smiling.

Natasha grins, getting ready to say her favorite sentence that she's ever uttered: "I'm a singer," she tells him. "And I'm recording in London right now. So I decided to invite some of my friends up here as well. What about you? What're you doing out of Cali?"

"Yeah, actually. My first song was on the radio for a while. It goes like..." Natasha sits up straight, getting ready to sing. "My boyfriend is a, Is a dirty metal music fan, yeah..." She giggles. "Have you heard it?" Natasha isn't shocked at all when Bryan tells her that he's a model. In fact, she almost assumed that he was. "No shit? That's awesome. What kind of modeling do you do? Anything that I've seen?"

OOC: You could have said anything and it would have sounded legit to me. I don't know anything about modeling either. Lol

Natasha laughs. "Put it on your iPod. Name's Natasha Iver. It's my only song, so it should be easy to find." She giggles, putting her hand on Bryan's in a flirtatious way. "I have to admit, up until a couple months ago when I got signed to my label, I didn't even have the money to own a TV, so I'm a little behind when it comes to commercials. But I'll definitely be keeping my eye out for you now." She winks, and then sits back, thinking about his question. "Well, this is the fourth bar we've been to so far tonight, and I kind of lost count around the second bar... So I don't know how many we've had, really. Why? Were you thinking about cutting us off?" She smirks, giving him another little wink.

Natasha giggles and nods as if she has done the world a great service by introducing Bryan to her music. She makes a mental note to watch more television, if only to catch a commercial that Bryan might be on. "I'm sure seeing you on TV will make my marathon watching of Say Yes to the Dress much more interesting," she jokes. While usually Natasha could still sound pretty normal when she was drunk, her voice was starting to become more and more slurred. This was the most that she had drank in a very long time. "That sounds like a very specific situation," she says with a laugh when he mentions being tied up to a stop sign.

"Fun stuff, fun stuff. On my twenty-first birthday, my friends got me a stripper who pretended to be a police officer. We were being really loud, getting ready to go out drinking, and he showed up at the door. I realize now how obviously he wasn't really a police officer, but at the time I was like, 'Oh my god, I'm so sorry for all the noise,' blah blah blah..." Natasha giggles. "Well, most of my friends are staying in the hotel here, but I'm staying a couple blocks away, so I figured I would just walk there afterwards..."

"I'm twenty-two now. I had my birthday in February. What about you?" Natasha asks, finding herself exactly in the position she wants to be with Bryan when he offers to drive her home. "Yeah, that would be really great, actually. I'm sure if there are muggers on the street, a drunk girl walking alone is a fucking red flag for them." She laughs a little bit and smiles. "I'd really appreciate it."

"Yeah? Must be fun years," Natasha says back jokingly, pretty sure there's not much of a difference between how you are when you're twenty-two and how you are when you're twenty-four - at least in Natasha's mind. She giggles when he says he feels like he should cut her off now. "This was probably going to be my last beer anyway... Or second to last, if you offered to buy me another one." She puts down the empty bottle and smiles. "Where about are you staying?"

OOC: You're cool. :)

Natasha laughs a loud, drunken laugh at Bryan's joke about getting older. "You're funny," she says, lightly brushing him on the arm. "But you're right. Really the only difference between twenty and twenty-one is at twenty-one, you don't have to pay your older friends to get you alcohol anymore." She laughs again, and smiles brightly at him buying her another drink. "Thank you. You know, we weren't going to come to this bar, but I'm really glad we did now." She takes a sip of the beer and looks Bryan over. "We could... leave now, if you want," she says in a low, sultry voice. "My friends will be fine. I'm sure they won't miss us if we run off together."

Natasha gasps and smiles at the mention of Twitter. She loved following people on her Twitter and was a social media queen. "Yes! Here, mine is KissKissNatasha. Follow me," she tells him, looking around to write the name down on, and then realizing that it was a username easy enough to remember on it's own. She also realizes that she hadn't answered his question from before. "Oh, only a few days. And we're not staying for much longer. My label is headquartered in New York, so we'll probably have to head back there soon." She finishes her beer and then digs in the pocket of her purse, finding her cigarettes and lighter. She offers one to Bryan before lighting her own. She turns to her friends, taking a drag. "Hey, guys. Remember his face. Somebody take a picture of him. If I'm found dead tomorrow, this was the last person I was with." She says this all very seriously, but with a light giggle under her voice. One of her friends, in an act of appeasing Natasha, snaps of picture of Bryan with her phone. "Thanks, babe," Natasha says to her before standing up.