After finishing her first cigarette, she lit another as she watched him mix up a Ben-tini, with shake of her head. "Of course, it sounds like you. It's sweet and tarty, just like you."
Nicky picked up the martini glass and followed her friend to an empty booth, cigarette held between her lips. "I still can't believe you are domesticated now. Moving in and everything. Did hell freeze over and I missed it?" she asked, taking a puff. "He makes you happy?"
Gagging a little at the mention of kiddies, Nicky made a face. "I flat out refuse to be anything's godmother," she said. "Oh. I'll will defiantly come see you play then. How's the beanstalk? Haven't heard about him in a while."