malice [c]

[attr="class","dibody"]Rory can't see it, but she's smiling.

Sober.

It was a word she despised, but one that was necessary until he found her. And yet, here she is, smelling of alcohol she's been doused in, and weed smoke she's passed through. Nikki appears no different than before, despite her much clearer head. "Oo~" she purrs when the cold barrel touches a bit of exposed skin, her rear pressing against him as she turns herself toward the door, fully cooperative. There was no need to cause a scene in here, not when all these innocents were just here for a good time. "Finally come to give me your loaded gun?" she grins, glancing back at him. "buy me a drink first, sssir," she stops in her tracks, the door in front of her now, leaning her weight back against him. "y'gotta convince these bouncers you're not some kinda weirdo". she even dares to turn to face him, still leaning.

A giant frown plastered on her face, Nikki finds a free hand entangled in his own. "You don't want them to think you're forcing yourself on me, do you?"

[attr="class","dibody"]"a lil' bit, to be honest," she smiles warmly at him before she's flipped around, triumphant. "You need to loosen up, after all," she laughs, leaning against the counter. A glass is slid in front of her, presumabley paid for and placed by her captor. "Thank yoouu~". Polite as ever, always a lady. She only takes a sip, face contorting into an awful scowl, lips pursed. "Y-You said this was water!" her voice raises as she whips around to face Rory, tears beading in her eyes.

"N-Now I'm gonna go to jail!" she wails- the bouncer has gotten up at the commotion, stares from the drunken crowd commence. She sniffles, pointing at the glass. "I-I'm only 16 sir, I'm sorry!" She's nearly sobbing now, face red. "This man told me he'd bring me something nice, a-and I wanted to try.." she holds up her wrist, a pink band clamped around it, reading 'UNDER 18: DO NOT SERVE ALCOHOL'. The bouncer glares at Rory as Nikki huddles behind him, flashing the Ranger a smile only for a second before he's forced to deal with bigger problem.

[attr="class","dibody"]"so mean.." the grumble would go unheard as the far fight breaks out, Nikki too drawn in to use the opportunity to slink away. she couldn't help but feel excitement from the violence, that same adrenaline the reason she didn't run while she had the chance.

he's impressed her, she'd even admit it to him if he asked. nikki briefly considers helping the stranger that would be on her side until she's grabbed by the arm, dragged away from the scene. "you're gonna get in trouuubble!" she snickers, surprised at how easily she's agreed to go with him and... what? get threatened at gun point?

What a sticky situation. Still, she complies under the pretense that she figures Rory has had enough for the next ten minutes. They only had so long, and that behemoth of a bouncer was going to realize what happened any second now. As the emerge into the ally she pushes Rory against wall furthest from the door, holding an index finger to her lips as she waits near the exit, crouched behind the metal door. just as planned, the furious hog comes to play-- only to be paralyzed on sight. Luz drops from the roof above the nightclub, Pikachu landing on the great white whale's bald scalp before issuing him a deadly THUNDER WAVE-- trial via electrocution.

In all honesty, Nikki is just surprised he hasn't shot yet. She glances back at him, Pikachu now transferred to her person. "You got some shit to say or what? We got like, five minutes? Unless you know of somewhere better."

[attr="class","dibody"]"oh, yeah, sure, it's on the corner of one-and go-fuck-yourself street," she huffs, nudging the fallen bouncer with disdain. He could either be dead or unconscious but, to be honest, she didn't give a shit. instead a grumpy, sober nikki is left to glare back at Rory as his mood changes. "left your pokemon at home, sorry," she lies through her teeth; in reality the small pokeballs are holstered on her upper thigh, a few inches below her hip and right in front of the pistol from the other night. not that he would know that without an ample frisk- her skirt may be short but it's long enough to hide what she needs it to. grey's cheeks spark at the mention of the other pokemon, as if daring Rory to come try something. Nikki leans against the brick wall, occasionally side-eyeing the door they emerged from. "times limited, let's go." completely ignoring his 'you're under arrest' act she would step past him, heading for the ally mouth. it would become clear very quickly that she was as sober as a nun in church, her tone serious and her movement precise. the silph in her returns, if only for a moment.

"catch your breath first, you sound like you're asthmatic. it's not becoming of you."

[attr="class","dibody"]they walk. music still rings in her ears, headaches take over, irritation becomes obvious in her pace. she needs a cigarette. a hit. a shot. anything. three days clean and she's already getting desperate for another drink- the whiskey from early still burns just right in her throat, making her itch for more. valerie would kill her. she promised-- or tried to. the weight on her shoulder becomes bothersome- she's getting impatient with it, restless. a quick flash of a pokeball and the pikachu was recalled; she swiftly re-attached the pokeball to its home. whether rory caught a glimpse of his own pokemon or not depended on where his eyes were focused.

he's walking too slow.

"hurry the fuck up," she growls, hand moving through her hair, playing with the hem of her skirt, doing anything but sitting still by her side. she whips around to face him; he wasn't answering fast enough, wasn't going at her speed. previous words she ignored become an anger point. "how stupid do you think i am? do you honestly think i'll fucking lead ya to my own fuckin' place?" it's a snarl, her chest heaves as unrequited anger bubbles to the surface. it's obvious she needs something, and if he hadn't pieced her coherency together before then he should have by now.

she turns from him again, searching the streets for anything else. any hole in the wall, any dealer, any shady ass fuck tryna get himself robbed. "and if you fucking try to put cuffs on me, i'm blowing your head clean off your fucking shoulders. stupid shit."

[attr="class","dibody"]"tch," she moves freely as he reroutes her, taking a good look at the bar. looked like a place she's get black out drunk in before shooting up in the back alley, if she was honest. but that was years ago, and the latter part of that plan was foiled the second she stepped foot in sinnoh. "dad would probably think so," she sighs, ripping the tag off of her wrist before taking a deep breath, putting on her best 'not pissed off' face. she grabs onto his arm, head resting against him as she pulls him through the door with a giggle. couple's night. for a shitty bar like this?

a discount was a discount. she would have been scolded for being so cheap before, but the silph bank shut her out of access. nikki is nothing more than just another plebeian, looking to get a few bucks back when she took her shots. she sits comfortable against the bar, making a point of keeping close to the ranger, hand resting on his thigh. "scotch, on the rocks, times two" she smiles at the bar tender. "and we'd like to set up a tab, when you have the chance~!" rory, despite his small time around her, would be able to hear how fucking fake she sounded. voice an octave higher than it should be, nikki already looks like a tipsy college bitch as she twirls a strand of hair between he fingers, one elbow on the bar as she waits.

step one. find an exit.

there are three; probably four if there was a window in the bathroom. the scamper of a still-released pikachu can be heard above her, the yellow rat nestling down in the rafters above its trainer. she doesn't have to look up to know it's there-- luz is always on call.

two glasses are slid in front of her and credit information is exchanged. it's stolen, but the bartender doesn't have to know that.

a drink that should be sipped is downed in record time. "another, please sir~"

[attr="class","dibody"]she looks at him, incredulous. "don't make this so fucking gay". the second drink comes and she takes is slower, if only by a sip. it's gone just as quickly, and she doesn't hesitate to gesture for more with the sweetest "thank you!" she can muster. she looks back to him with a heavy sigh, too tired and not drunk enough to even think about opening up. why would she? she didn't know him; he was insignificant, barely a speck of a chapter in her life. sure, he'd be a fun memory for all of three nights.

"does it matter? who raised you to be so fuckin' nosy, huh?" another drink down; she doesn't go for more just yet, letting the initial warmth creep through her veins. she's only human, high tolerance or not. shots would follow soon, when she was open to a little more fun. nikki figures she'll lose count of the times he's called her crazy soon enough; that, or he'd get used to it. live fast, die hard bitches. colored lights flickered from the stairs in the back corner; a basement, and with a dance floor? she keeps it in mind for later. shit's gonna get real dirty in a place like this-- just how she likes it.

a quick signal to the bartender and a shot glass is in her fingers; it goes down like butter. shoulders start to relax a bit more, face begins to flush with the initial beat of alcohol. she finally graces him with a proper response.

"probably still in kanto. call me princess again and i'll fuckin' kill ya, mate."