Ali's eyes widened something when the woman she thought was Nikki began to speak. What was going on? Was this more of the prank, some sort of delayed hazing ritual to working at the club?
"Nikki what are you talking about?" Ali said, now her nose was scrunching up. "Look, this is not funny okay?"
She was silent for a few minutes, because she was scared. The last time she was this scared was when the guy who was all hands had cornered her alone in the bar back in Iowa. It didn't make sense, she knew Nikki hated her but was she even capable of this? Where was she anyways?
"Fine, fine, fine. Whatever, you're Elle," Ali said, although she didn't believe what she was saying. Maybe she was lucid dreaming, wasn't that when you could feel things? That had to be it - what else could it be? "I'm Ali," she said, massaging a temple, as her head began to throb.