Martha Jones + Nikita Mears
Nikita could tell from how the woman was looking that she was going to have a very fun time come morning, but it was one of the fun parts about drinking. Only plus side was she’d have a lot of people in tow with the hungover feeling since this was the holiday where most people ended up paying for it the next day. Both with hangovers and horrible life choices of various types. While she doubted the woman would move from the spot, she was still glad to see her glued to the seat. If she had been gone, Nikita would’ve been beating herself up then spending the night trying to find her. It was a side she couldn’t turn off with the need to protect and help everyone.
“You sure? I thought it’d be like drinking a nice glass of wine,” she teased. “If it helps I’ve had my fair share of weird drinks so I’m sure if it’s that horrible we can find you something non-alcohol after that tastes a whole lot better.” Nikita with her smoothies of all different healthy stuff had her fair share of some weird ones. Though she could honestly say she didn’t remember ever drinking any form of pickle juice, but hey, some people probably didn’t mind it. Wasn’t her but maybe somewhere.
Nikita couldn’t help but laugh, taking a sip of her own drink at the face the woman made at the taste of pickle juice. “Really looks like you’re wanting some more,” she told her with a wink, sipping her drink one more time before setting it down again. “Nice to meet you, I’m Nikita. So any specific reason for the over doing it, a little too personal, or just enjoying the end of the year?” No matter the answer, she could understand all of them since she wasn’t always about being careful about what went into her body.