BACKDATED: Friday November 1st 2019
Who: Nic and Olivia What: Not being at parties Where: Outside When: Evening Rating: PG
Nic was not drunk. Not entirely. He had been drinking, yes, but so had the rest of the staff. They might have been at the party in town instead of walking around on campus, but that wasn't the point. He wasn't harassing students, he was just walking around. And watching his breath in the cold night air, and laughing at how the puffs of vapor looked close to when he exhaled the cigarette smoke form his lungs.
As he drew closer to the recreation center, Nic had enough sense to sit himself beneath a tree and not go inside. Just in case he was drunker than he should've been and would present himself poorly in front of the students.
Olivia was sort of having fun but when people were a little bit drunker than you it was not too nice to deal with. She had people who weren't meant to be sauced ogling her boobs through her Freddy costume, she'd had passes made, people try and steal her glove, look up her skirt, all that shit she didn't wanna deal with so she went outside.
It was colder than she'd thought but it was better to deal with than the people indoors. She hadn't made that good a friends with anyone in particular. Things were pretty boring. She went to class, went to her dorm, ate, and slept. Sometimes spoke to Nic, sure. Nic who was sitting beneath a tree blowing into the air like he was fascinated he could breathe. "Are you a stupid person for Halloween or just drunk?" she asked him, trying to hold a smile off her face.
--- He hadn't expected anyone to come out, since the party was in full swing inside. But Nic was actually a little glad when Olivia came outside to see him. She was a nice girl, even when her tongue was sharp as silver. Chuckling, Nic exhaled smoke, and held up his cigarette for her to see. "I am comparing vapor to smoke," he informed her, not really answering the question because he didn't want to tell Olivia that he might be drunk. "You cannot blow rings with only your breath. Did you know this?"
--- Yeah he was drunk. Olivia sniggered then sighed, knowing she would need to settle next to him now. He was the type of drunk she didn't mind and he seemed to need some company. Settling down next to Nic she raised one eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Not Gandalf then. You suck." Just to amuse herself she attempted to blow rings into the air with only her breath. "I think it's cause there's no form to your breath, its from your lungs and there.."
--- Company was nice. Nic would not turn down company. "You are probably right. I was not ever very good at science. I am with the right brain side, not the left." Looking her over, Nic seemed to only just notice the outfit that she had on, and he cocked an eye at her. "Are you cold?" he asked skeptically, because if she wasn't cold than she was made of ice or some such thing. It was not warm outside.
--- "The right side of the brain is romantic slushy crap right?" She gave him the same look up and down. "You look the type." Nic was a sweet guy, she felt like she could be herself with him and he wouldn't be all high and mighty. Girls shouldn't do that, this, wear that, watch this... he was just Nic. "Only thing that makes me cold is the shit going on in there.... well and this weather. I guess I am a little chilly."
--- "Romantic slushy crap," Nic agreed, grumbling a little bit because that sounded like something Lincoln would say. Like it was something bad and stupid and would probably be his downfall. Stupid Lincoln who had a girlfriend now and whatever. And was dressed like a cowboy or something.
Young girls were always more concerned with how they looked than whether or not they would freeze to death. And then, they stood outside in the freezing cold and shivered and almost broke their ankles in their heels. Shrugging out of his jacket, Nic held it out to Olivia and shook his head. "You girls are all so very the same," he told her with a smile.
--- Olivia hadn't planned on standing outside, which was why she'd figured this costume was ok. But she wasn't going to deny a nice-smelling jacket that was warm from Nic's body heat. She sniffed it a little as she pulled it around her, thanking him kindly when she shot him a glare. "That's what every girl wants to hear. Hey, Liv, you're just like all the other girls. You have no individual imprint."
--- Olivia really was like every girl. She willingly took his jacket because it was freezing, but she was going to glare at him and chide him on fitting her into a category. "Look at your own self," he told her, leaning away a little to really appreciate the outfit. "You are a smart girl, Olivia. Very bright. I have not yet to see you act like the peers around you. But you are now wearing a costume that looks like the kind of costume that every other girl in this school is now wearing. It is a time of year that you all want to look pretty instead of being practical and sensible and not being cold. This dress you have on... this is what the serial killer with the claw does wear?"
--- "I don't wanna look pretty on Halloween I wanted to come as the Joker," she informed him, a little offputted by his 'observation'. "Yeah, it is Freddy Kruger. It's a male character's costume changed to a woman, because women can be scary too. Only thing is this was the only costume they had that wasn't 'slutty sexy pirate' or 'slutty sexy fairy'. The guys' Joker costumes wouldn't fit over my tits and I didn't plan on being outside, sitting next to you, keeping you company and hating this party. I can go back in and be a slutty pirate instead if you want..."
--- "You could not be original?" he asked her, taking another drag off his cigarette before flicking the butt away. "Lizzie Borden is a female serial killer that still haunts her father's house. She is very scary, and she is Victorian so you can not even see her ankles, let alone her... her..." Waving to Olivia's bare legs, Nic exhaled a breath of smoke. "Well you know. She was very covered up."
--- For a moment Olivia looked at Nic, trying to figure out if he was serious. When she finally realised that he was, she laughed a little, glancing at her exposed legs that were the least of her worries. "Dude I'm not Amish. I am a young lady with a penchant for horror films. And nobody would have got a Victorian ghost serial killer they'd have thought I was Dickens or something." It really was too much effort trying to figure out a costume people would understand. "Maybe I should have come as Uma Thurman out of Pulp Fiction or something.... then at least i could dance and people wouldn't look at me funny. Plus she's very covered up in that. You wouldn't need to see much of me at all. I'm sorry for not being so considerate, Nic." A soft pat on the arm was his other offer of apology, with a hidden smile.
--- "Dickens had plenty of ghosts," Nic felt the need to point out, though not loudly enough to interrupt. Olivia had a point she needed to make and he would let her get to it. Even if it wasn't a very good one.
"I don't know who you are talking about, but I will believe what you say about this person. Why would anyone look at you funny for dancing? Isn't the point of dancing to look a little strange? Or to just enjoy yourself? I have seen the way young people move now, it is very hialrious sometimes."
--- Olivia made a face. "Dancing is mostly... bump and grinding shit. Dance to attract a mate, look sexy, express yourself in a fierce way through movement..." She sighed then, giving a shrug. "I like proper dancing. Like... I don't mind being free and whatever but if I wanna do the 'going underwater' move I wanna not be laughed at for it! I like that move! I like ballroom dancing, I like making a fool out of myself and doing like... dosey does and not paying attention to how good or sexy I look. That's how I express myself, and if not I wanna be fricking Quickstepping."
A little bit frustrated, Olivia pushed herself back against the tree, a scowl on her lips. "Tell nobody. Not that anybody would care. But I kinda feel like I I'm not belonging in this era."
--- Nic couldn't really understand why anyone would actually like looking like a fool, but if that was what Olivia liked, then she should be glad to do it. Though he had a hard time imagining her ballroom dancing because she was such a forceful woman, and women were always guided in those kinds of dances. Paraded like puppies in the dog show, he had heard someone say once.
"I think this is the only era you could stomach," Nic told her honestly, patting his chest to grab his pack of cigarettes and then realizing they were in his coat pocket. And he wasn't about to make a grab for Olivia's breast to get them. "You would have been stoned or burned at the stake in any other time. Even now, where I'm from, I'm sure you would get a good slap in the mouth every now and again. You're very mouth, you know. Descarada. Sassy."
--- Maybe Nic was right. Jane Austen times would have her hauled off for being a loudmouth, the eighties were still too struggling with women's rights and the reaction against HIV, the sixties were far too colourful and the nineties seemed like nothing happened at all apart from dodgy music. When he mentioned her mouth she smirked though, almost proud.
"I just like to speak my mind that's all, seeing as all I hear is everyone else's." She brought her knees up to her chest then, or as far as he could go given the circumstances, and bumped her shoulder against Nic's gently. "What about you, why are you out here in the cold? Where's Mr McBrood?"
--- With a small frown, and a grunt, Nic drummed his fingers against his leg and really wished for his cigarettes. He's probably getting bitten by his new girlfriend, he thought bitterly, but aloud he said "He went to the adult party with a friend. I didn't go because I don't like costumes or dancing." And watching someone suck his neck all night would make me want to punch him. CabrĂ³n.
--- Clearly there was more going on than Ric was telling her. His face was grumpier than she'd ever seen and she knew, just knew, that he wasn't his normal self. Maybe he'd turned into McBrood tonight. When he made his confession her mouth fell open.
"You don't like dancing? Come on you're from the land of free hips, you have to love dancing! You look like you could dance good, I thought you would be able to move..."
--- "That is racist," he told her sternly, before his expression softened and he smiled. "But I do like to dance at certain times. In front of the people I work with is not a time like that. I prefer to dance with strangers because then if I do look silly no one will notice. Plus I don't want to accidentally make a move on someone in a way they don't like and then have to face them the next day."
--- "I'm only racist if I call your country a fucking pigsty because of all the Mexicans or whatever, I'm actually saying something complimentary and possibly stereotypical that you guys can dance. You said something sexist before and I didn't call you out on it, so stop being so damn nitpicky."
She stood up then, almost expecting him to follow, and held out her hand to him. "Dance with me. You can hear the music from inside. I won't take anything as a pass, I sure as hell don't care if you look stupid. I'm in the costume, I'll look stupider."
--- Positive racism was still racism, because Nic was definitely not one of those latin men that could move his body like it was made of liquid sex like Olivia expected him to be. But he wasn't going to harp on her, because maybe she had a point on the sexism thing. He was working on it.
"I'm not going to dance with you, Olivia. This music is terrible. But I would like my cigarettes, please? They are in my jacket."
--- Cigarettes, hmm? Olivia's smile grew a little wider and she tilted her head as she looked at him, considering. "Don't think so. You're gonna have to get them from me by dancing." As a way to encourage him she started to sway a little, then bounced up and down in time with the music.
"No doubt this wub wub shit is stupid, but see? Still has a beat. I'm not drunk and I'm still dancing you have no excuse. Come on, cigarette boy." She then wiggled out of time and looked like she was doing the Macarena. "Easy!"
--- Oooh, she was evil. Narrowing his eyes, he watched her wiggle around like a silly little thing, and he tried to hold onto his frown but watching her look so ridiculous made him finally break into a smile. "I am not doing that macarena," he told her through a laugh, getting to his feet and brushing off his jeans. He had never really danced without being pressed up against the girl he was dancing with, so this might be interesting.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Nic watched Olivia get her "groove" on, chuckling all the while. "What is it that you are doing right now, what... what is this dance here?"
--- So maybe he wasn't such a fuddy duddy after all. She saw the struggle with his expression and beamed when she won him over. Nothing like a busty girl in a Freddy costume wiggling her ass off to make a man smile. "You don't need to do the Macarena you can do something else...." she assured him, turning around once before starting her next moves.
"This is Gangnam Style," she told him, hopping up and down. "And now this is polish butt... " She stuck her ass out, bobbing it like she was rubbing it against glass. "And this is out of touch granddad..." She started doing a wobble head dance, pointing with a wink at Nic every two seconds like she was being amazing. She was, to be fair, a groove thang.
--- Olivia was crazy. There was no two ways about it, she was a crazy woman. Mu loca. But she was so pleased with herself, and seemed to be having such great time with her dancing, Nic couldn't help but have his mood lifted. Lincoln had never looked this happy probably in his entire life. And the fact that Nic was thinking about Linc right now was just indication that he needed to make more, and happier, friends.
"Okay, okay, you have made your point. Your dancing looks very fun and you are an expert at it. But I can't do this... amount of shaking that you are doing right now. I don't think any other person in the world can."
--- Olivia stood proudly and put her hands on her hips, taking the stance of Wonderwoman. "I am a pretty good shaker. Shaker Queen! But ok you don't want to do it - so don't. Do your own thing! Show me your moves."
Strangely this was better than the dance inside. No moaning, trying to get into people's pants. Nic was a good man. She smiled at him, tilting her head. "You can be the King of... being Nic."
--- "But I don't have moves," Nic told her with a shrug. "These are my moves. I am doing them right now." Pausing, he smirked a little, shifting his weight to a hip and crossing his arms smugly. "I am moving so fast you can't even see the moves. Because I am the king, as you said. If you could see them you would not be able to handle them."
--- That was so lame. Olivia burst out laughing at him, folding her arms as she watched him appear so cocky. What was it with men and trying to be all macho and not wanting to look stupid? Not like they didn't look stupid during their every day life. "Well fine, mister, be that way but you aint getting your smoke sticks."
--- Setting Olivia with a hard frown, Nic snorted through his nose. "You're the student, Miss Olivia, you don't get to deny me anything. Plus I was nice enough to give you my jacket, the very least you could do is let me have my cigarettes. You could go back to being cold."
--- "Yeah but you see trying to pull that card on me isn't gonna wash because I can remove your coat - I can also give you your cigarettes, but you didn't dance. And seeing as the two are entwined, you gotta get them off me, so it's by force or dancing. Pick one!"
--- Olivia might have had a point, if they were anywhere but on the campus where the two of them lived. "Or," he said, reaching into his jeans pocket to jingle his car keys, "I can just drive to a place and get myself more. That is the beautiful thing about jobs and money and cars. You can go every place. And then, little girls with looks on their faces can keep your jacket even though it is your favorite and it fits just the way you like it to and you have things in all the pockets..."
--- Damnit she wasn't getting her way. Not that she minded but tonight she wanted fun and Nic was there. That was an opportunity in itself! She was almost going to pout with those big lips and call him a pussy when Olivia's brow raised. Things in pockets hmm? A smirk appeared. "Oh...? Hmm let's... let's see what he has in the Jacket of Oz." Olivia began patting around the jacket, feeling one of the little pockets.
--- "There isn't anything interesting in my pockets," Nic tried to tell her, but of course she was going to do what she was going to do. And he wasn't entirely certain that that was true, either. He didn't remember what he had in his pockets. Nothing incriminating (he hoped), and nothing important like his wallet or keys. But the more she searched the more worried he became.
--- First hand went in the pocket and she brought out some receipts as well as.. "Ohhh.... hoping to get lucky huh?" she wiggled the condom wrapper with a grin then tried to read the expiry date. "2014... that's a few years ago, honey, you might get someone pregnant... LIFESAVERS!" Olivia removed one from the packet and popped one in her mouth, making a face when it was a bit gummy but then getting into it. Another pocket, another find. "Who's Clara...? You Casanova...."
--- Running a hand over his rapidly flushing face, Nicanor groaned. He had forgotten about that. Obviously. "Stop... stop looking through there," he ordered her feebly. The worst of it had to be done, surely there was nothing else in his pockets worth finding. Until she pulled out the phone number. He groaned again.
"Clara is... she's... I don't remember who Clara is. A woman." She was probably a girl who had slipped him her number in the hopes that he might call her without knowing a thing about her. That wasn't his style. "May I please have my cigarettes now?"
--- "Wait wait wait wait wait..." Olivia fished around some more, bringing out what she hoped to be a dirty sex toy but was only chapstick. "Hey cool, mind if I borrow some?" Before he even replied she was painting her stained-red lips with his chapstick - weird he had some anyway - and then smacked them together. She sniggered as a thought hit her. "We're practically kissing," she purred, going a sultry air kiss and a wink before she grinned and put it back in the pocket. She was actually pretty cold and needed the jacket. And he looked a little annoyed. So to keep the peace she finally felt around her boobs and handed him his cigarettes.
--- Sexist as the comment and now the thought may have been, Olivia was acting like every girl that Nic knew. No sense of personal space, rifling through pockets that didn't belong to her... stealing his chapstick and giggling about her mischief... Honestly it was cute. He was trying not to smile at her but it was tough. Though it seemed to be paying off, because Olivia handed over his cigarettes and, with a pleased growl in his throat, Nic pulled one out and stuck it between his lips. "Thank you," he said with a nod. "D'you want one? Wait... no, Americans can't smoke until they're eighteen. I forgot. Sorry. You can have another candy if you'd like."
--- She had a sense of personal space but clearly not Nic's. Nic was being a grumpy old man refusing to dance for her and she wanted to see him smile. She'd seen the smirk play on his mouth, though, and that was enough. For now. When he wasn't offering her drugs. "I would love another candy. I don't smoke. My Dad smokes, so I don't mind it, but not for me. I'd get whipped if I started." After she popped another Lifesaver in her mouth and sighed, hugging herself. "Does this suit me?" she asked this seriously. "I want a leather jacket like this but I've never known if my boobs make a stupid shape."
--- What was it with young girls asking older men to look at them? At least Olivia wasn't pouting her lips and asking him if her tank top was too small, but still. He didn't feel entirely comfortable looking at her that way. So he lit his cigarette to stall a bit, inhaling slowly and then glancing her over. "It does not look unattractive on you," he said as he exhaled. "You look comfortable. Maybe because it is a stolen jacket, and girls seem to prefer them to their own. Still. It's nice."