[ Natasha doesn't attend so much as she arrives, a practical entourage of Steve and Bucky in tow; she's wearing a plain black string bikini, flip flops and one of Steve's button up shirts, a large floppy hat and sunglasses giving her face the shade that the pool itself won't give her. She leads the three of them to a trio of lounge chairs, and settles down, setting her beach bag down, promptly sitting into the middle chair and grabs a book out of her bag; the cover is bright green, with gold filigree on the title and closer inspection reveals it as the sort of trashy summer reading that most people tend to flip through when they're feeling lazy and relaxed by the water.
She does, at one point, get up to grab something to snack on, and makes her rounds around the party, engaging in small talk with the other party goers, doing her best to not eat messily and probably failing. It's hard to eat barbecue sauce and not get it all over your fingers and face.
She does not, at any point, enter into the pool. Try to get her to at your own risk. ]
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She does, at one point, get up to grab something to snack on, and makes her rounds around the party, engaging in small talk with the other party goers, doing her best to not eat messily and probably failing. It's hard to eat barbecue sauce and not get it all over your fingers and face.
She does not, at any point, enter into the pool. Try to get her to at your own risk. ]