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Tweak says, "Hey stud. Wanna dance?"

Sands of time (shiftingsands) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-04-04 08:08:00

Thursday
Who?: Nikita, Mag and OTA
What?: Going out, gambling, drinking and painting the town red
When?: Around 7pm
Where?: Out on the strip, going who knows where.

Yeah it was cliched as all hell, but Nikita didn't care. She danced around in her room, singing at the top of her lungs 'Viva Las Vegas'. Actually it was more like wiggling around, as she put her things up and made her bed since she had a roommate now. She glanced over to Gwen's bed, eying it for a moment. She wondered where Gwen was at, but shrugged her shoulders. She was missing out on the fun, well, Nikita's brand of fun anyways. Singing still she picked up the bracelet she'd managed to get away from De Vries, smiling as she draped it over her slender wrist. Oh yeah, that'd been an amazing heist. Getting down on her knees, she pulled out the small safe from underneath her bed with a grunt. Using the combination to unlock it she put the bracelet in there, not daring to look at the other contents of the safe as she shut it and locked it back.

Standing she bounced on the balls of her feet, whimpering just a little bit. Nikita was bored, and full of energy. Something needed to be done about that. Nodding to herself she went over to her closet, opening it up and pursing her lips in thought as she looked over her clothing options. Finally she settled on a pair of low riding tight fitting jeans, and a shimmery green loose fitting and flowy halter top. Grabbing a quick shower, she dressed and did up her hair in loose curls. Her makeup was minimal, barely even noticeable until you got up close to her. There wasn't any reason for her to get too flashy with her makeup. She didn't really have anyone to impress and she wanted to go out with her friends and just have a good time.

Putting on a black silver studded belt, and then a pair of simple ankle high black boots with a two-inch heel. Wriggling her toes in her shoes, she stood and walked over to her dresser. Grabbing up one of the smaller clutches on it, she pulled out a drawer. Underneath the mass of clothing was her wallet with what money she was allowing herself to spend in Vegas, and her ID that gave nothing away about her being a mutant. Putting that into her clutch, she put a few other items in her clutch, and snapped it shut. Stepping outside her door, she looked left and then right with a slight pursing of her lips. Yes, Mag needed time off of the ship, and the two of them needed to catch up a little bit. Then whoever else they found on their way off could come with as well. Nodding she called, "Hey! Who wants to go out, get their gamble and drink on?! You've got about fifteen minutes to get ready before you miss out on all the fun!" She sing-songed, giggling as she bounced all the way to the galley.

"Ooooooooooh Mag!" She cupped her hand beside her mouth, amplifying the sound of her voice. Dropping her hand she waited on her friends reply, bouncing once again on the balls of her feet praying that Mag didn't have a squeaky toy. That'd just distract her and probably make her rumple her clothes.

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shiftingsands
2008-04-10 01:58 pm UTC (link)

Nikita honestly did feel bad about growling at Lana, it was really apparent on her pretty features which were bunched up in concern. She gave Mag a slight smile, “I swear I didn’t mean to.” She pouted slightly at her friend, the pout melting into a frown. “You do too! Don’t lie. She’s lying.” Nikita looked over at Lana nodding her head.

Her head tilted a degree to the side as Lana said that she typically got that sort of reaction from the furrier species. “Huh. Me being a shapeshifter might explain it then? Since I was just in a puppy form yesterday.” She nodded her head once again, and then grinned as Lana said she’d go and so did Mag. She bounced on the balls of her feet, “Yay! I’ll be with people!” She blinked, and then rolled her eyes. “Not that I’m not around people a lot, just yeah…” Shaking her head she let out a small snort at herself.

Nikita blinked while Lana explained her powers. “Neat!” She replied, lips pursing a little bit. “That might also explain why I was growly and hissy earlier. I just get this feeling of…electricity from you? It’s hard to explain, but it’s like…” She paused, tongue slipping out to moisten her lips before she continue. “Rubbing a cat the wrong way? Yeah, I’m not making any sense.” She reached up, scratching her neck for a moment and shook her head. “But that’s the best way to describe it that I can come up with.” She gave Lana a bright smile, with a slight nod of her head.

When Mag came back into the galley, Nikita let out a low and long wolf whistle. “Nah, you’re good, and psh.” She waved a hand at Mag, “You need a girl’s night out, get away from my stinky brother.” She giggled, and lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t know anything about it until you just told me!” She bounced, “YAY! Finally.” She rolled her eyes, giving Lana a wink and a grin. “Seriously there has to be something in the water in Hawaii. Wasn’t half this bad in Paris, the city of lurve.” She purred out the last word, rolling her eyes.

She bounced around Mag and Lana, “Come on, come on let’s go!” She giggled, finally stopping and started her way out of the galley. She held the door open for both women, “After you, my dears.” She waited until both women had exited the room before she fell into step beside them. “Alright, drinking or gambling first? Or both?” She asked, swinging her hand with her clutch as her heels clicked against the flooring of the ship.

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