My dirty little secret's not a secret any more

[mayhavepeace]

 WHO: Nico and Rikki
WHAT: Girls night out! And by that I mean, "let's keep Nico functioning"
WHERE: T or C
WHEN: Backdated to just after Nico and Alex's meeting
WARNINGS: ex-boyfriend issues, tequila, probably poor decision making.

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THIS ONLY TOOK FOREVER PLEASE STILL BE MY FRIEND

[witchsupreme]

It hasn't all sunken in yet. Nico's still clinging to that detachment, keeping this whole day at arm's length. She can't focus on this, can't let herself realize that yes, she just saw the boy she'd watched gods immolate six years ago, and yes, that there was no getting around his presence. She's able to put one foot in front of the other, to look calm, but she really just wants to scream until she can't anymore.

She keeps every breath measured, her inhales and exhales uniform. To someone powered by chaos, losing your shit is a dangerous concept. Chaos witches losing their shit is what depowered mutants and made every adult disappear. With Nico's twisted creativity, her losing her mind would be beyond catastrophic.

So she focuses on nice, even steps and nice, even breaths.

"Your place. If someone hits on me, I can't be held responsible for how they will be hexed."

NO SEND ME BACK YOUR FRIENDSHIP BRACELET nah it's cool bb

[mayhavepeace]

"I'll try to contain myself, then," Rikki grins, trying to project more of an easy-going, relaxing atmosphere than she actually feels inwardly. "I probably wouldn't make a very good frog."

She rolls her shoulders and is reminded that she brought her shield. Another good reason not to go to a bar- so many inconvenient questions would come up. "My place is this way," she says, stepping into the lead while making sure to let Nico keep up with her.

[witchsupreme]

Rikki's taller---not difficult, seeing as Nico didn't even win the stereotypical Japanese height lottery---but she's keeping pace for her shorter legs, obviously. Rikki's the type to do that automatically, wordlessly. She may have all kinds of rough edges, but she is still thoughtful. Not many, especially from their world, would have thought to ask if she was okay. Nico has to live on a pedestal of okayness for the good of others.

It's a relief to step down, if only for a little bit.

"And deal with your twenty-eight-flavors-of-crazy girlfriend? I have enough people problems."

[mayhavepeace]

Rikki snorts. "It's like Baskin Robbins. Keeps life interesting." Her place is close, and she takes her room key out of her pocket in advance. "Then again, it's not like you have to worry about your life being boring, right?"

She opens the door for Nico, flipping the light switch. The lights dully stir to life, and Rikki walks to the kitchen. "Mi casa, su casa, etcetera," she shrugs.