Fine, kiss her and don't look, see if I care. You don't need to see me. Why did I even say anything? Everything would be better right now if you pretended that I'd never walked in here at all. But then, oh god, Nikita tilted her head back to see her. She did not like that smile on Nikita's face, it reminded her of times she did not want to be thinking about, but she would have been able to handle it if Nikita did not say her name that way. "I..." Her hand motioned weakly at the small box as she reached over to snatch it back up. She had been thinking about what she was going to say since she had decided on that already. Only all those words had been erased from her mind when she had seen this. Nikita being straddled and kissed. Nikita grinning like some drunken fool and not at all bothered that Missy was standing there while she was clearly in the middle of... Missy could not even complete the thought. Her hands were clenching again. She wanted to say 'no', to throw it back out the door or into the garbage or directly at the head of this redhead who was on top of Nikita and calling her Niki. Who the hell did she think she was?! Missy had never called her 'Niki'! Her name was not Niki, it was Nikita and no one should be allowed to call her by a ridiculous nickname that even Missy had never-
Her emotions were dancing on a tightrope that felt like it had two different people in control of it and neither one of them was her. On one end was Nikita with that smile and on the other was the redheaded whore of a woman who wanted her to go away. Had she no manners? If anyone had ever walked in on Missy straddling someone then she would have had the decency to wait to continue until they were gone. She would not have kept going, kissing at Nikita's neck or touching her everywhere while someone was standing right there, watching. Why am I watching? Because Missy realized that she was unable to look away. It was just like a car wreck, only no one was dead. "Your present?" Missy's mind latched onto that and she practically spat the words out, her fingers nearly crushing the box this time. "Did someone buy you a whore?" The newly-made vampire snorted and stepped - no, she tried to step back, but her legs were locked in place. Her vision was becoming blurred by the light red haze that was forming and no matter how much she tried to tell herself it was not happening, she was starting to cry. Only because I'm so mad that she'd do this where anyone could walk in. What if it was Kristen? She can't see this! Wiping her hand across her eyes she snorted again and shook her head. "You've got that wrong. Nikita doesn't want to play with me anymore." Was that sadness in her voice? No, definitely not, no chance in hell. The box she threw at the floor by Nikita's head. It was a lot flatter now than it had been when she walked in. "Looks that way, doesn't it? Happy birthday, Nikita." There, she managed to take a step towards the door, and then another. Maybe she would make it out before the tears really started. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
What really bothered her was that she had expected anything else.