<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

Nikki was willing to let the wrap up not include her. She figured her part in this kind of song had come to an end... and apparently, she was wrong. King Don was a singer and a rapper and though he didn't need to, a few more lines would be sung, and with the crowds encouragement, the woman couldn't well abandon the man who'd invited her on stage. As was the case for most of the song, he asked for more of her attention. She'd bounce back in, swinging her hips to the beat to turn around and then take a bow like the star she was during this moment of fashion week. She gave that bow with a flourish to the rhythm and even went back to bouncing against the young man in question. During this part of the song, Drake finally put his eyes on the stage properly. And he watched as Nikki, took a bow, and grinded against another man. "Damn, she's really trying to work him over. I guess I should make sure he gets to the club with us then..." he claimed moving that groupie out of his lap with a playful slap to her rear. At the same time, Nikki was having a very different thought, 'King Don, is peeping my ass for extra... Imma show him everything~' she thought, with nothing in her head pertaining to Drake.

At the same time, his Manager looked at him with a raised brow, "Are you sure that's what this is? The publicist will have a fit if this blows up," he mentioned trying, for neutraility as the security guard gave a shrug that meant, 'ya know how he is'. That man wasn't listening. No, he was watching the last of the dance between the pair. And as he did that, Nikki was soon, being offered the microphone after the sort of question which would have made a normal man swing on someone, but in the case of Drake it was simply a smile on his face, as Nikki finished the chorus, "Wiggle, wiggle wiggle!~" she did so too, right against, him, only to add that little bounce she was known for to the mix. Not quite enough at her current pacing to make it clap, but it likely would be by the time she handed him the microphone back. She figured she might as well have fun, and she hadn't even noticed him, she was having such a good time dancing to the music.

[Bloodedge]

Much to Donnie's satisfaction, Nikki continued playing along with his plan. She turned around, she took a bow... and that bow even involved further grinding against his bulge. If they kept at that for too long, Donovan King would need to change his underpants before getting on that plane. Nikki even took the microphone to start the final hook, bouncing against his groin as if they were dancing with purpose. Naturally, Donni's body was moving from its core to work against her rear. He was a man, and a drunk one at that; it only made sense that he got a little lost in the sauce. When that microphone was returned to him, Donnie was all but humping the young woman in front of him to start the true finale.

"Now make it clap!♫
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle~
Now make it clap!♫
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle~
Love it when you do it like that!♪
No hands, baby, make it clap, clap, clap, like─
Swing♫"

That moment would be the true end of the song ─ even the beat came to an end once the word 'swing' was sang by Donovan. For those who were close enough to the stage with the right angle, they would even see the same hand that once rested on Nikki's hip clapping against the side of her bottom. Maximillian was able to see that. He watched what appeared to be a very sexually-charged display, and felt from it something satisfying to anyone who enjoyed Blue Lotus's public image remaining... untainted. "Er wird ruiniert sein," he murmured to himself. "Fantastisch!"

[Apollymi]

Nikki wasn't the type to abandon a man in need. What was more by the time she came back, and began following along with the songs lyrics again, there was a new purpose in the words. By the time she'd finished with the chorus and done that little dip, new directions were in order. Make it clap. Of course she would, her hips beginning to move with the special kind of bounce that had her cheeks clapping right against his stiffness. 'Blimey!' she thought excitedly. Well, the only one who could really tell anything was amiss was someone like Max, who was watching from a distince enough to see the slaps delivered to one side of her ass cheek. That last swing, had her letting him up to walk away before waving him over. She planned to just talk to him a bit afterwards.

Someone who didn't see that ass slapping was, Casper, but he'd seen enough of their closeness to think it might have been a bit extreme. But still, he'd rather take that as Nikki doing her best to put him on. While he worked his way over to the side of the stage, if Donnie followed Nikki she'd have something say. "Bloody brilliant mate. Thanks for inviting me up~" she said offering a hug instead of a handshake. "Anyway, you should tag me in those videos on the Gram, my sister should get a kick out of them, @BlueLotus~" she added as a casual reveal of herself. Still, she'd quite enjoyed his attention even without the grand reveal. Beyond that Casper Drake was making his way up to the stage fully intending to introduce himself. And invite King Don to the club with the group this evening, as part of his 'networking'. All the while the manager was on the phone, texting the publicist trying to get ahead of a lot.

[Bloodedge]

Having Nikki's cheeks clapping against his erection activated a thousand carnal thoughts in Donnie's mind. It wasn't all the liquor ─ not entirely. He may have never had a greater desire to see a woman naked in... ever. Surely as a fashion enjoyer, she had an Instagram handle. He'd have to at least get that to really see what she was working with, provided they had another chance to interact. Lo and behold, Nikki walked away and waved him over. All Donnie could perceive was the 'come hither' nature of that gesture, whether it really existed or not. As had been the case all along, his eyes were also drawn right to her ass. "Damn, baby, you got a bright future behind you~" he flirted, accidentally speaking into the microphone before cutting it off.

Donnie delivered an overhead wave to the cheering crowd as he followed the woman. She wanted to show gratitude for the stage invitation. Luckily enough, he wanted to speak with her more anyway. "Nah, mami, I'd be buggin' if I didn't slide you the invite!" he stated firmly. As fate would have it, Nikki wanted to be tagged in the pictures and videos he took during their show. As he already had his phone in hand, Donnie opened the app. "Word? I wanted to ask about your socials just a minute ag─" Donnie paused right there. He'd typed as far as "@Blu" before realizing what she said precisely. He stared at his phone, then stared at Nikki. Surely he had too much to drink, right? He'd gotten on the plane, passed out, and was now having some crazy dream about still being at Fashion Week. "... HUH?" he asked, dumbfounded and starstruck, mouth agape. "Ain't no way!"

[Apollymi]

Nikki was cool to walk off after quite the exhilarating experience. Soon after a hot microphone caught a casual drunken flirt from Donnie which had the darker skinned young woman turning around to flash him one of those confident smiles. "Innit?~ You're behind me too~" she flirted back, not on the microphone obviously but the fans below could see words being shared and the internet was already buzzing as Donnie walked off. As they began to chat, it was nothing at all for Nikki to find herself quite amused by his speech pattern, "Damn, gotta pick up a bit more Spanish, if you're gonna be talking like that. Don't half love that~" she claimed earnestly. They had two very different dialects but they were easily conversing like two old friends. She even went on to give her online handle so she could get the images for her own Instagram and keep their friendship professional and open in a lot of ways. Too bad he wasn't finishing a sentence, instead she saw a spark of genuine excitement in the lad's face as who she was became blatantly obvious. "Of course, there's a way~" she said happily. "Been a while since I got to introduce myself as just Nikki. It's been fantastic~ I'm also a huge fan by the way. It's always been a dream to end up on a stage like that~" she said, with an amount of honesty that would have been cute for most people to see from the outside.

Instead, as she and Donnie began the sort of conversation that would have had them existing in their own world, an interruption had climbed up on stage and made himself known. Casper Drake was finally approaching just in time to interrupt. "What's up, man? Sure she's been talking your head off about me but... Don't worry about all that, babe. I'll just invite him to the club so me and him can talk tonight," Drake said as if some deal had been struck. "What are you on about?" Nikki said as Drake showed up. "What? Weren't you networking, so I could meet up with King Don?" he said as if surprised by her lack of understanding of the situation. "No, why would I do that? I don't need to network, this is my event," she pointed out. "I was invited on stage by King Don, like hell... I'm letting something like that slip by me~" she said as if everything made sense. All the while, Drake's manager was holding up his hands in apology and surrender behind the man and the security guard was casually studying his own feet like he thought he'd find answers there.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. @BlueLotus was right there on his screen with only a few letters typed, and it was absolutely the girl he'd been staring and grinding an extra hole into the backside of for the past few minutes. He once thought Blue Lotus was just the name of a brand operated by some group. They even had a few flirts thrown back and forth as if they were prime to start a steamier relationship. Was that still the case? Well, Donnie was keen to find out! "Glad I could help you live a dream. You mind helping me with one? 'Cause I been dreamin' about..." Sadly, Donnie was forced to leave another statement unfinished. This time wasn't due to surprise, but because some other man was inserting himself into their conversation.

Casper Drake rudely stepped onstage and spoke first to Donni, speaking as if the other male should have been hearing about him. "Huh?" Donnie said without any thought. He was too intoxicated for this type of discussion, and the heat buildup certainly wasn't helping. He even mindlessly lifted the bottom of his shirt, abs laid bare for a moment while he wiped his face with the shirt. Only then could he focus well enough to realize who'd even interrupted them. "Oh... Drake, right? The rapper? Nice meetin' you, bruh," he said in keeping with general pleasantries. Donnie would much rather continue speaking with Nikki, but he supposed this was something to deal with now. "Wassup with a club? They got any trees there? I can't keep drinkin' if it's gonna get this hot," he asked mostly of Nikki.

[Apollymi]

BlueLotus was a brand started by a single girl with a degree in fashion and design. She had been interested in making clothes and designing home goods since she was a kid and now she had London Fashion Week to show for her work. The fact that she'd participated in an S-Rank Dungeon Break and attained the rank of 'National Hunter' was what funded her dream but it wasn't her passion. To have a lad happily meeting her as a fan was something worth way more to her than most other interactions could be. Moreover she'd all but forgotten about the man she'd originally invited to this event and anything surrounding or concerning him, while she lived out a dream with Donnie. Sadly, Nikki wouldn't be hearing how she could help him with a dream, because... Drake showed up just in time to ruin her fun. She wondered if he had some kind of radar for that sort of thing, or if he was simply completely socially unaware.

She'd be getting her answer to that last part, as Drake heard her questioning and pulled himself together enough to figure she might still be networking for him, but simply didn't want it to be known. That was normal, can't let people know you're doing extra just because someone is your boyfriend, "Oh right, yeah, my fault..." he said quickly and quietly hands up in the air. Until of course Donnie spoke and he diverted his attention, "Yeah man, good to meet ya'. You did great out there, hadn't ever seen you perfrom live or anything but I always enjoyed all your mixtapes," Drake stated letting a bit of his own fanboy show. At the same time, Donnie was wiping sweat off his face and Nikki was transfixed. Her eyes watched sweat across his brow be wiped away, as her eyes landed lower on glistening abs which seemed to be cut from perfect bronze. Her eyes were analyzing in a moment taking in measurements and wiping her thoughts of hereverything else as she stared abjectly. "Blimey..." she managed when Donnie finally spoke again. "Oh, right... no idea what he's on about. But I figured I could give you some pubs or clubs to visit if you wanted to have some drinks and what not but not be tied directly into fashion week," she said. All the while that Manager was hoping that Drake would take the hint and wander off but he didn't seem to be doing that. "Weren't you... networking or whatever? Isn't that why you couldn't even bother saying thanks or talking about the event at all?" she asked of Drake. "I mean yeah but... oh. Yeah. Well, it was nice meeting ya' maybe catch you around the club scene or something. Later babe, let me know when you're on the way~" he said as if it wasn't a big deal at all. While being giddy inside. Only once he walked away to the great relief of his manager, did Nikki offer a bit more. "You can't just get stuff like green in the UK, but... I gotta cousin who can hook you up. The club that's kind hot for this kind of day, has a VIP section that allows pretty much anything and is Hunter Friendly if that's something you're interested in. I was gonna spend some time there myself hanging out," Nikki offered pretty freely. She wasn't quite ready to separate from Donnie either, and in talking to Drake in the most recent moments, it was like seeing his actions for the first time. She was beginning to wonder if she'd just been gaslighting herself.

[Bloodedge]

Casper Drake was a rapper Donnie knew of simply by proxy. He still lived in Harlem, so it was only natural to hear the man's music here and there. Apparently, he had an appreciation for Donnie's mixtapes. He seemed like a fan in some regards. "Glad to hear it, man. You don't need to catch me live. I'm good just knowing people enjoy the music," Donnie said the way he always would. Donnie took a moment to focus on wiping the sweat from his face. He had pretty good hearing, so that 'blimey' from Nikki struck his ears easily. "You good mami?" he asked while letting go of that shirt. Whatever that was for, Nikki did intend to recommend places he might find drinks. He didn't have much time for something like that in actuality, but he'd keep the chatter going.

A bitter shooing if Drake happened while the trio were standing around. In leaving to do whatever 'networking' he was up to, Drake mentioned catching Donnie in a club again. "Yeah man, we'll see what's good with it. Gotta figure my shit out though," Donnie said in passing. It felt like that man was around for an eternity, but finally... he was gone. The important conversation could continue while Nikki mentioned having a cousin who could find what he was looking for. "Can they come out?" he wondered. As for the club... he really didn't have the time, but if Nikki was going to be there... the others Donnie was with didn't really need him on the trip, right? "You dance in a club like you danced on stage just now? 'Cause I can't miss that. If I get to chop it up wit'chu, I might have to hit that club dude was talkin' about," he said while unabashedly looking over the woman's body again. How could he not? He'd become very acquainted with it recently, though not nearly as acquainted as he wanted to be.

[Apollymi]

A little known fact about Casper Drake and one which was known by Nikki, his Manager and his friend the security guard, was that Casper was actually a huge fan of Donnie's. Aside from them occupying the same musical space technically, he really wanted to meet him. Even getting just a bit of his attention had him on an internal spiral. 'I knew it. It must have only been that Japanese guy being too serious!' he thought. Even with that commentary from Nikki, he could barely rationalize anything but things going his own way. "Come on, let's go..." he said planning to change into something more normal and be ready to meet up at the club later. Too bad, whether he knew it or not, he was wasn't about to be getting the kind of club night he thought he'd be getting. That manager of his, sighed, not quite in complete relief, but the exasperated utterance, of a person who knew the end wasn't coming. Still that utterance had gone right past Drake but had definitely been heard by Donnie, "Yeah, just... got away from me for a second there. Imma need to hear more of that from you, watch out~" she claimed, as every time he hit her with a 'mami' Nikki started to feel a bit frisky.

Whatever Drake thought, Nikki wasn't networking for him. Nor did she care enough to interfere in Donnie's business to play middleman to their interactions. If he was a fan, he could be so in his own time. "I don't know... he might. Just gotta make sure he isn't just in the gym again," she said pulling her phone out of a magic item box, even though she had pockets. With no Drake to bother or interrupt them there was a bit more conversation to be had. "Might be a bit worse, really. I'm usually drinking at the club, so I act up a little~" she offered honestly, but it was a bit of a flirt still. "I wouldn't sign you up to hang with Drake all night. If you wanted to hit the club up, you could do it with me. I can get us into the real VIP, though you can probably do that yourself. No pressure though~ No matter what, I'll still call my cousin though. Can't not do a quick favor for a friend~" she offered easily. With that in mind she hit a quick speed dial, her number 4 contact, a man saved in her phone as "Leon". She'd be putting it to video so they could have a quick conversation.

[Bloodedge]

Something had 'gotten away' from Nikki when she gave that utterance. Not too conscious of his own movements, Donni didn't have a clue what she may have meant by that. "Aight bet," was all he could say in response. Beyond that however, she wanted to hear more of something from him ─ presumably the Spanish. They always liked the Spanish. 'Thanks for the chancla, Ma,' he thought. "You want me to write you a whole song in Spanish? 'Cause I'll deadass do it if you ask in that accent," he flirted.

Nikki could get in touch with that cousin of hers, provided he wasn't in the gym presently. "You tryna smoke too?" he wondered, the head leading to Donnie pulling off his jacket. As he did so, Nikki claimed her moves in the club were even worse than what she'd done on stage. Donni couldn't fathom the possibilities... but he definitely wanted to see her in the club now. "Damn ma, that wasn't actin' up back there? What we talkin'?" he expressed with utmost curiosity. Apparently, Nikki had no intentions of damning him to a club scene with Drake. She could tell he didn't actually care to be around that man, even though he wasn't outright opposed to the rapper himself. Her offer could be taken as a direct invitation ─ something like a date, even. "You're pullin' my leg. Might have to miss a flight~" the young man claimed.

Soon enough, Nikki was sending a video call. Number four in her speed dial list took just under the maximum number of rings before voicemail would chime in. Right in time, the call transferred and showed a shirtless, very muscular man with light-brown skin and wild, dark purple hair. The first thing to show in the screen however, was split beard stubble that framed a strong chin. "NIIIK!~" the man greeted excitedly before smiling downward into the camera, the open sky filling the space behind his head. "Howzit?"

[Apollymi]

Donnie had no idea what had gotten away from Nikki, while the woman herself knew what had gotten away from her was in fact... every appropriate thought and normal progression for the rest of the night in a single moment. "Yeah, thoughts get a bit dodgy from time to time~" she mentioned basically waving it off. What was more, her enjoyment of his accent, was something apparently mirrored from his perspective. More flritng was happening as she was offered an entire song in Spanish if she asked for it in her accent. She grinned. "Bloody hell, I wouldn't understand a word of it, but if it came from you. I'd run it on repeat~" she offered honestly. She could imagine listening to an entire song in a language she didn't know,

As they moved on the in the conversation, Nikki was asked if she was going to smoke too. "Good question, innit? Never have before... but there's a first time for everything. Bruv will probably be excited by the prospect considering what I'm about to ask him~" she claimed almost playfully. This was the last day of Fashion Week, she had no reason to not celebrate. Actually, celebrating had been exactly what she was trying to do before 'networking' got in the way. As for what was or wasn't acting up, Nikki could only laugh, "Haha~ Another one, huh? Well... I can't really say for sure... usually if clubbing is an option. I'm pissed off me ass and sore in the morning. I assume it's alotta hands on knees and bouncing. But I haven't managed that sort of thing since awakening," she admitted. She wasn't one to let her brain go completely while her physical form far outscaled normalcy. As for the rest of what the lad had to say to the invitation she had to give, apparently, there was a flight he would potentially miss out on. "I mean... I did say it was an open offer. Don't put yourself out or anything, if you got somewhere you need to be~" she clarified. Still, it was quite refreshing he was even considering such a thing just to hang with her. Had she really lowered her standards so much that it was surprising for a guy to take time for her? When had she decided to accept something like that?

Whatever the case, she was soon on her phone, and after so man rings that she was rolling her eyes almost casually there was finally an answer. She looked down into her phone and saw the smiling face of her cousin. She looked down at him with a casual eye roll and smiled as well. "Leeeon!~" she snapped back. "You know, wrapped Fashion Week and all that today. Really hype and all that... you aren't like in the gym or on stream or something, right? Might need a little favor~" she asked of him not wanting to discuss anything too crazy in front of impressionable people.

[Bloodedge]

One might think Donnie didn't even realize Nikki and Drake were in a relationship. Perhaps he truly didn't, or perhaps it didn't matter either way. He was talking to a girl he had great interest in, and she seemed to reciprocate his interest to some extent. At the very least, the flirty tone of a conversation hadn't really gone anywhere. The notion that she'd play a Spanish song on repeat if he sang it had Donnie giving legitimate consideration to recording one. "I think I caught enough of a vibe to do somethin' light. You're great muse material," he claimed with ease. "All ya' gotta do is ask~"

Nikki wasn't a smoker, but just as she said... there was a first time for everything. "Hey, no pressure. If you want, I could give you a gun," Donnie offered. Ah, but there was more to that clause. "Not gonna lie, though ─ that's just an excuse~" he added. What of Nikki's apparent 'acting up' though? Drunkenness, morning soreness, and some presumed bouncing with hands on her knees ─ things that hadn't happened since her awakening. "Coņo! Don't get me thinkin' 'bout all that right now!" he exclaimed. That removed jacket was slung over Donnie's shoulder with one hand as he continued moving off stage, seeming magnetized within a certain radius of Nikki. "Guess if you did do that on some dude, money probably died with a smile on his face," he commented. The idea of sticking around to visit a club, specifically with this woman, was easily beginning to outweigh other options in his itinerary. She didn't want to impose, but there was no imposition at all in Donnie's opinion. "I got nothin' to do. My man Dream's in a rush to get back, but those guys don't need me. Do you?" Donnie asked with a hint of cheek.

When Nikki finally reached her cousin and exchanged familiar greetings, the extended call of 'Leon' had that muscular man grinning wider. He even feigned a flex for the camera, growling a quick "HRRR!" through that toothy grin as he did so. The first tidbits of information she offered, he listened to intently. The man called Leon seemed to share her excitement over concluding Fashion Week successfully. "Innit?! Bet you bloody killed out there!" he chimed. When asked if he was in the gym or training, Leon raised his phone to show the street behind him. "Nah! Just finished at pub league. What favor?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki and Drake were in a relationship, but she'd been hearing for months that said relationship had run it's course. It was only at the pinnacle of her current developments at the height of her personal career, her eyes seemed to open to the inequity of their relationship. So instead of harping on her realizations she allowed herself the grace to accept and move on. Her current and preferred method was... through friendly flirty banter with a musical megastar. "Something light? Never been someone else's muse even a little, usually I'm the one looking for one. I'm bloody terrified of what that would mean for one of you. Might still be a bit too keen to find out though... I'll let you know when I'm ready to witness something like that~" she added knowing that it would come at some point.

Moving on from that point, the lad was allowed to follow Nikki back to a private dressing room, if only so a discussion could take place that didn't need extra eyes or ears currently. And while she did, she heard a bit of interesting speech from Donnie. There was no pressure for her to join in the smoking. He offered to blow her a gun, something she was familiar with. She'd even lost count of the number of times such a thing was offered explained and the point was made too clear. But... to her surprise, "Trying to get close, eh? Thought you'd be a bit dodgy about it, but... I'm chuffed really... Cheers, Mate!~ Honesty is appreciated and with you... I don't mind the closeness~" she added giving the man a playful wink just the same. Also after recounting some generalized form of her past drunken antics, another Spanish slip occurred and Donnie claimed not need to think of such things in the present moment. "Crazy, innit?~" she claimed as if it was amusing. He claimed any man that died behind her did so with a smile on their face, even using strange kind of slang which she quite enjoyed. "Really is something about the way you string words together. Could just have a chin wag about nothing," she claimed. "I wasn't that bad, Stopped partying before then, haven't really partied afterwards. Heard some horror stories from the lasses, didn't want get caught up in all that~" she claimed of the 'Awakening Issue' she'd learned about third party. As for his travel plans apparently a different well known superstar was trying to get home, expeditiously. That was the sort of thing to cause speculation all over the place if it fell to the wrong ears, "Oh? I hope everything's alright... I mean, needs and wants are different things. I want you to hang with me, if you're sure about it. It'd be brilliant to wrap my Fashion Week with one of my favorite artists~"

Soon enough an extra familiar type of conversation was starting up, as Nikki called her cousin and they began the playful sort of banter that only people who've know each other far too well can manage. At his posing and oddity, she did much the same putting up an peace sign and posing a bit too, "Cheee!~" she claimed as they acted cute around each other. She even got further encouragement from her family, maybe that was why she'd not noticed what was missing from Drake's interactions with her, "Damn well bloody did. Oh and look, I finished the look... gave my little black dress theory a full show. Even Max was chuffed~" she explained, while giving a few fuller anglers of herself in that completed perfectly form fitted dress. "Haven't been this pleased with one, since the one I made for that National Hunter in Japan after the big raid~" she said quickly. Soon after he was speaking on his activities. Apparently, he'd been playing at Pub League, and wasn't currently in the gym or anything. Confusion crossed her face, "They still let you play?!" she seemed legitimately surprised. Her cousin was an S-rank Hunter. It was kind of crazy to think that he'd been allowed to play football with humans. "As for the favor. I uh got a friend who needs some grass and you're the best guy I know for it~" she claimed with all the innocence of one used to playing a specific role in the family.

[Bloodedge]

"Don't be terrified. I should be terrified. My Ma's been hoping I'd make a song in Spanish for ages ─ I know she has. But if I made one with you as the inspiration for it, I'd probably get the chancla," Donnie claimed while rubbing the back of his head, as if remembering many pains throughout life. If Nikki, the illustrious Blue Lotus herself, wanted a song, he already had one brewing. It was highly inappropriate, but it wouldn't be the first of such tacks King Don released. As they continued moving, their journey ended... in a dressing room? He didn't see anyone else around, and that was some blend of dangerous and exciting ─ mostly the latter for Donnie. Such was especially the case as they began discussing a 'shotgun' passed between the two. "Same here. Can't complain about the spot either," he said about their new venue and its added privacy.

For a while yet, Donnie would have the version of Nikki who 'acted up' stuck in his head like the wildest fever dream. He was an S-rank Fighter type; he could do better than most. The pair had a strange appreciation for each other's accents and word choice. When commenting on his, Nikki inadvertently sparked Donnie's interest in some other things. A query would even come as he leaned back against a table, dropping his jacket atop it. "Chin wag?" he questioned, thinking the phrase was funny. "The stories are real. But if you're lookin' to fuck it up, you can put me on. I'll take it if it kills me~" he joked. It seemed she did want him along for the club trip, though she wouldn't call it a need. Even if he were only considering her brand, Donnie believed she deserved whatever end to Fashion Week she wanted. "Ya' got me. How do I bump it up to a need?"

Whatever Nikki's overall relationship with Leon was, it seemed to be quite the wholesome one. Full support was shown for her craft, including the current dress she was soon showing off to the camera. "Eh... It's alright I guess~" Leon joked upon seeing the article. He even finished that line with a protruding tongue. "When you gonna do me up a new cape?" he asked as though he'd been waiting impatiently for eons. Regarding the allowance of an S-rank Hunter playing football with common folk, there was an easy answer to that. "Oy, why wouldn't they? I'm a proper footballer! Yeah they usually tell me to only use one leg or sommat, but they had Ryan today!" That final bit sounded quite like a bitter complaint from Leon, though his spirits remained high. Moving on... Nikki was asking the question of a lifetime ─ or at least a question of the past half-decade. Leon stopped, stared and blinked. "Some grass?" he asked in a mix of shock and disbelief. "Nik, who the fuck are you gettin' grass for? You smoke now? I been buggin' for years!"

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Nikki had no reason to be terrified. Terror belonged to Donnie alone, as his mother was obviously the reason for his language knowledge and had been bugging him about a song in her mother tongue. Such a song would apparently get him, "What's a chancla?" she wondered. Context said it was something one didn't want to encounter from a parent, likely a punishment of some sort... but that was something to discuss. AS she entered her dressing room, it was a nice private place for her to catch an odd phone call and keep her new 'friend' company. He seemed to appreciate the place and she grinned. "Yeah, I've basically been living back here for the past week," she said really letting the whole thing sink in. "Glad I remembered to clean it up before I left~" she claimed. Nothing was more embarrassing than letting someone into a private space that showcased your mania and habits.

Soon enough they were talking and Nikki realized she'd been going on and using the kind of slang she normally did as well. Both of them seemed interested in each other's language skills, and even though Donnie was American and spoke English... it was a different form than what was offered by the Queen's English. "Chin wag's like a chat, you know... pleasant and easy conversation. Doesn't have to be deep or shallow just has to be, really~" she explained easily enough. "I forget that kind of thing happens a lot. If I shoot out any more weird ones let me know~" she offered easily enough a bit of conversation was never anything to run from. Beyond that an acknowledgement came from Donnie about the validity of stories concerning the issues of awakenings. "Eh, glad I haven't gone too wild. Chiori told me about a lass she grew up with, slicing some guy up or something. Sounded mental~" she claimed. Ah but there was something else int hat, an offer, to accept a death if she went too crazy, "Can't go again if you die. You don't seem like the type to get a one time, my sis would have me if I did that~" she claimed, knowing the kind of hard aggression she'd get from her sister from letting go of a prime monster. Though a bit of a pause would come while she conversed with her older cousin.

Leon, was Nikki's cousin and they obviously had a pretty friendly relationship, even to the point of a lackluster reply being just a joke from family. "Bloddy hell, bruv, where's the enthusiasm?~" she chided. Only to roll her eyes when he claimed to want a new cape. "A new cape. Well... you are kinda big. Probably gonna owe ya' after this... go ahead, give me a butcher's, let's make sure you haven't gotten too big~ If it doesn't hang right, I'm not putting my name on it~" she claimed casually. She would always do something nice. Meanwhile her cousin was apparently allowed to continue who pub league career. "Dunno, figured it'd be a bit dodgy, since you're a S-rank Hunter and all... but if Ryan was there I guess it was fair. Hope you got one of those special balls. Can't imagine how many of those you kick through in an afternoon~" she said teasingly. It was obvious to her he'd not won that match, but it was still good to get some exercise. By the time she asked her favor, she was staring at his face in ehr camera holding it back from her face rolling her eyes. "Don't be daft. I knew you'd make a big deal outta this... I don't know if I smoke or not yet... but I made a new friend today..." she said turning to motion Donnie in if he didn't mind. "This is my new friend Donnie. And he crashed Fashion Week for the bar, can you imagine?~" she offered playfully. If he didn't mind he'd end up in frame of a playful exchange between a girl and her cousin.