<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

Two different cultures would always have questions for each other. For instance, Donnie mentioned getting 'the chancla' only for Nikki to question the thing's existence. "My mom's Puerto Rican. Spanish moms hit kids with slippers. It's a thing," he admitted. Though it hadn't hurt at all since his awakening, there was still an internal sort of pain attributed to receiving his mother's slipper. Donnie even developed a habit when meeting his mother, spawned after years of punishment. As for his question about Nikki's word choice, a chin wag sounded more literal. Such an interesting phrase. "Ohhh! We say chop it up," he stated, pausing to think for a moment afterwards. "Damn. Could go for a chopped cheese right now."

Their conversation took an interestingly sexual turn, if it could be called much of a turn at all. So casually did they discuss a level of dancing that surely wasn't a dance anymore ─ even loosely addressing an imaginary round two. "Preeetty sure I'd have pre-death rigor mortis anyway. I could still be good for round two," the young man declared with startling confidence based on what he thought of Nikki presently. As for Leon, his request for a cape resulted in a need to inspect his current look. Leon held his phone at a distance, giving a few angles of his topless form even though he didn't see much point in it. "Still not a rat, Nik. I haven't gotten any bigger," he insisted, eyes rolling. "But yeah, they got one of them balls that don't pop. Now what're you on about? Who's got my little cousin thinkin' about sparkin' up?" Leon's curiosity would be answered in due time. Nikki kept speaking about some new friend she met on this final day of Fashion Week. When gestured toward Nikki, Donnie pushed himself away from the table to approach the camera's line of sight. Even if he wasn't fine with greeting her cousin, he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to get closer to the woman again. "What's good, man?" he greeted with a wave. Leon looked... aghast, almost upset. He was silent for several seconds. "... Nik, I'll have you. What the hell kind of understatement do you call this? 'My friend Donnie, hey this is my friend Donnie.' Sod off! That is DONOVAN. KING, Nik! You're gonna spark one up with Donovan King? MY weed?! How much d'you need?"

[Apollymi]

The term 'chancla' was ascribed to the slipper of a woman of Spanish descent, who used said object to... abuse her children. Nikki's eyes widened at the news, "Generational, like that? Wicked..." she murmured. She didn't have that aspect of family life to recall. Her parents died when she she was young and her sister raised her for most of her formative years. With that being the case, she wasn't judging, just completely surprised, at how casually the lad referenced such a thing. America was always a bit... shaky even at the best of times, and she figured therew as a reason for that sort of thing. Beyond that point, Nikki herself ended up explaining the casual nature of a chin wag and it's general importance and was met with recognition. Apparently, it was quite similar to a term the lad already knew. "Ah, I get that, but what's a chopped cheese?" she asked pure confusion coming over her face. Well the British weren't exactly known for their good cuisine.

From there, the pair seemed to be a lot of flirting going on between them. "Ha! Bloody mental, you are~" she laughed but that cursory glance at his person said she remembered exactly the dimensions of the tool she'd been rubbing against while dancing. No matter, she was soon enough catting up her cousin properly and that man was claiming not to be a rat, she scoffed and playfully jibbed, "Not like you got all that from biscuits and chips," she said. Whatever the case, still there was a great moment coming. Nikki knew what it was, to be put on the spot, she wouldn't have done this if it wasn't a purposeful introduction. Nikki had chosen a really casual way to refer to Donnie, knowing her cousin was a huge fan. After refealing the information she got one of the most satisfying reactions from the man, "Bwahaha, have me, eh? I just introduced my new friend I didn't know it was a big deal~" she claimed while rolling her eyes. "Calm down bruv, I don't speak that language... first timer here," she said one hand up in the air. "I'm pretty sure he'll give you what you need, chop it up, I guess?" she said using the new slang she learned only a few minutes prior.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, wicked's a good word for it. Pretty sure she learned how to channel the devil," Donnie replied. Even as an S-rank Hunter, Donnie could still feel the years of trauma from being struck by a simple slipper at gale force. He didn't want to harp on such things for too long, but it was worth sharing the danger of having a Hispanic mother. It would also be worthwhile to share the majesty of chopped cheese, which Nikki didn't recognize the name of at all. Donnie had no reason to be too surprised, but his eyes widened nonetheless. "Never been to a bodega in New York? It's a Harlem staple. Our version of a cheesesteak. You got anything like that around here?" he asked, genuinely curious to know if he could acquire a familiar taste in this land of... lackluster seasoning.

Nikki called the young man mental for his necrophilic joke, and Donnie could only think he liked seeing her laugh almost as much as he liked seeing her dance... almost. In keeping with their flirty banter, however, he had something else to say. "Maybe I am, but I ain't scared of what you're hidin' under there~" he asserted. Onto the phone call, while Leon was busy losing his mind, Nikki remained repulsively nonchalant. "Are you really takin' the piss right now? Don't do this to me," the man pleaded. Leon took several moments to rub his face and regain his composure. Donovan King wanted something he had. This was his chance to be excellent! Donnie leaned in over the young woman's shoulder to get a better view, casually slinging an arm around her waist as he did so. "I don't think it's gonna be a big barrier, but I got'chu, ma. Good pickup too~" he said after hearing her immediate use of slang. "Alright. King Don wants the cheese. I can do this," Leon was saying to himself, causing Donnie to laugh. "Don't wild out on me, man. We chillin'. Think I can get a quarter of some loud?" he asked. "A Q? Yeah, but what's loud?" And there was the language barrier. Donnie had to pause and think for just a moment, but it was an easy enough translation. "You know, the good shit," he answered. "Oh, yeah yeah! I'm not gonna give King Don less than the skunk!" Leon insisted. "Chingón! What kind of price we talkin'? I'm not good with euros and stuff." In that exact moment, Leon fell silent. He had things in his mind, but he couldn't put anything into words. It was as if he didn't expect that question at all. In fact, Leon was staring at Nikki through the camera as if he expected her to understand his shock.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Donnie thought his mother had the ability to channel the devil. That was a strange thing for him to say, but Nikki understood, families were strange in their own way. "Bwaha!~ You gotta stop, mate. I can't~" Nikki said while laughing. This man was making his mother sound like some sort of monster. Moving on from that, Nikki's food based curiosities were soon answered. According to Donnie, bodegas in his home town sold them. "I mean, you can get a 'cheesesteak type of thing on a bagette or summit, but never heard of that. Actually, even with all of my interest in fashion never sprung for a trip to New York. Ronnie speaks pretty highly of it though," she explained. It was a bit of an embarrassing point on her part as a person who was so deeply involved in fashion.

As the conversation progressed, the flrity tension hadn't decreased at all. No, if anything... Donnie was only opening up a bit moer as time went on. Claiming a lack of fear about what was hiding beneath her dress. "Is that right? Well, I can't hate that~ Keep being brave, mate. Might see something new~" Nikki claimed, and it was honest. A bit of legitimate appreciation had her reframing things in her head moment by moment of the last year and a half of her life. everything from before the Gates, to her declaration as a National Hunter, to Fashion Week, all the things that naturally should ahve led to her feeling large, and all the tiny ways in which Drake couldn't appreciate her growth. While she remained casual with her cousin he seemed to be working himself up even more, holding the nonchalance was somewhat killing her. "Taking the piss? Me? 'Course, I am... you have no idea. I was goin' mental earlier~" she exclaimed just as excited as her cousin as she knew he'd appreciate her casual excitement. "Cheers, mate. Doing my best~" she mentioned casually, as she managed the use of slang. Soon enough there was a arm casually around her waist and a body close enough to feel the heat of right near her as he came in close to converse with her cousin. Nikki was beside herself, as she tried to play it cool. From her understanding Leon had something good the amounts were discussed but not the price. In that moment, Nikki saw her cousin's face. She knew that look, it was the eyes of a man who'd not intended to charge a thing. "Donnie, luv. Leon's not that kind of bloke. He'd be chuffed just to know he helped out one of his favs. He's not skint or anything he'd be gutted to accept anything but an autograph," Nikki explained, realizing a bit of that might have been lost in translation.

[Bloodedge]

Much to Donnie's chagrin, the closest thing Nikki knew of to a cheesesteak or chopped cheese was something slapped in a baguette. "A baguette? Brits got a French cheesesteak?" Donnie asked mere moments before bursting into laughter. He couldn't imagine the ridiculous look of what Nikki was talking about, but he doubted it would truly hit home. What did hit home, was Nikki's mention of someone named Ronnie ─ someone he could now think of when comparing Nikki's face to another. "Ohhh shit! Ronnie as in Veronica? Corbyn? Damn, I was supposed to look into her while I was here. Something about a deal for my next vid," he mentioned. Someone was going to be at Donnie's neck over him missing that opportunity... but it'd surely come back around eventually. Just the same, it seemed another opportunity was even closer to presenting itself. Nikki urged him to keep being brave. He might see something new, according to her. "Watch out, Mami. I'm fiendin' to see what you're workin' wit'."

Leon wasn't the only one flipping his wig over Donnie's appearance. Apparently, Nikki had already gone mental over it. Leon wasn't surprised... but Donnie, upon hearing that claim, felt quite satisfied. "You didn't tell me that~" he said, playfully tugging at her waist. Leon was shaking his head as if this entire scenario didn't make sense. Would he also have a chance to smoke with the legend? Or... maybe this was something different for Nikki? He'd find out soon enough. First, Donnie himself would be finding out there were no intentions of charging for a bit of marijuana. Nikki spoke the most British sentence he'd ever heard in his life, but even Donnie's drunken mind could make rough sense of it. "Wait, hold up... that was a lot. Are you sayin' I'm not gonna be charged?" Donnie asked for clarification. "I ain't chargin' King Don for a bag! I'll take an autograph though!" Leon insisted, offering Nikki a raised thumb for the assist. One would then be able to see Leon changing scenes, entering a house. "Nah man, that ain't it. I can hook you up with autographs, pictures and whatever, but you gotta let me slide you somethin'." Leon didn't want to accept any of the other male's money, but he couldn't think of an alternative either. He hesitated for a long time before responding ─ at which point he spoke to Nikki. "What d'you think, Nik? How we gonna work this out?"

[Apollymi]

Nikki explained the cheese steak situation, and apparently it got something close to disbelief out of Donnie. "Oh, is it that bad. I mean, Brit food is not is own thing really. We like a lot of other stuff instead," Nikki commented as if it was perfectly normal. Well, America was a melting pot, they had to understand the food. Beyond that point it seemed that Donnie had been looking for Ronnie better known in public as Veronica Corbyn, "A vid for King Don? Yeah, Ronnie'd do that... I can put you on with her, in a bit," Nikki offered. "I mean she'd answer if I gave her a ring, but I'm not emotionally ready to face the consequences of my actions yet, yeah? Bit like you and your mum, really..." Nikki offered a comparison that was oddly realistic. Her elder sister had raised her after the death of their parents, at a 'deficit' to herself and her career. Beyond that point and much to Nikki's own happiness the discussion was still light and flirty. Which was an odd thing to see maintained even beyond the discussion of her big sister. Easy flirts were usually made a bit difficult b her mention but in this case she found Donnie to be quite focused. "Really? Not sure about that, makes it sound necessary. Make a lass considering changing everything saying stuff like that~" Nikki commented and the truth of the matter was it was already being done.

Speaking of things being done. Apparently, Nikki hadn't mentioned to Donnie himself how much of a fan she was. "Well you know... gotta play it cool. Can't just walk up like a dodgy fangirl," she stated, knowing that she was exactly that sort of person. She didn't want anyone thinking she was crazy and she even relaxed against an arm pulling her in closer her body coming to rest against Donnie's in a calm way. Meanwhile, Donnie and Leon were having a discussion which Nikki only interrupted enough to make sure that Donnie understood that her cousin wasn't looking for payment. "Good, I thought that one was a bit too dodgy," she said about the sentence he'd spoke, but the idea of it seemed to settle well enough. Even her cousin gave her the thumbs up and she did much the same. "Bloody hell am I supposed to know, you're both stand up blokes, meet somewhere in the middle~" she said about them working it out. She could see it from Donnie's perspective given what he had to say about his mom. "DAAAAANDE! NIK STOLE THE KING!~" a small voice was calling out, as movements were being made. Nikki immediately began rubbing the back of her head, this was going in a weird way. "You might not wanna pay after this kind of ordeal finishes up," Nikki mentioned to Donnie. As the young woman's voice on the other end of the phone was obviously excited to share news with her brother. "No, tell me she isn't on the line with you right now!" exclaimed that same small voice as she slipped into the entrance hwere her brother had come in and contronted him like a night club bouncer.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie didn't have any existing connections to Veronica Corbyn, but he'd seen her. Surely most of the known world had some cursory understanding of who that woman was; it would even be a slight against his own people if he didn't know. "What, your sister hit you with a chancla too?" he joked. "Nah, I get it. I'd appreciate the hookup if you can swing it, but don't stress it," he added. Donnie seemed much more interested in making progress than securing a supermodel for a music video. So quickly did he let things shift back to the not-so-subtle sexual conversation they were having. "Might change your life. I know, I know. You gotta hear that a hundred times a day... but I got a good feeling~"

There was an issue of payment to be discussed between Donnie and Leon, the latter of whom required Nikki's interjection. He didn't know how to meet in the middle; he was too starstruck! "Fat lot of good you are!" he said to Nikki. Ah, but a small solution was rocketing toward Leon, yelling about how Nikki had 'stolen' the King. Nikki herself took a moment to warn the musician of things to come. On the other end of the line, Leon was aghast as a bit more distance appeared between him and his camera. "What're you gonna press me for?!" he exclaimed to the young lass. "Yeah she's on now. We're chattin' about... grown folk stuff. Bugger off for a bit," he said, trying to shoo the girl away. No way was Leon going to break into his stash with a child around. At the same time, Donnie had just a single curiosity that he'd whisper to Nikki. "Do I wanna know?"

[Apollymi]

Veronica Corbyn and Nikoleta Corbyn had a very different sort of relationship to most. Donnie laughed at the idea of the girl also getting the chancla and Nikki chuckled. "Quite the opposite really, spoiled me rotten but... that kinda makes the whole thing worse right~" she asked jokingly. "I'll swing it. Hell, she'll ring me more likely than not. Especially given what the day is and all~" she stated earnestly. Little did anyone know, the end of fashion week coincided with a special day, Nikki's birthday would be the following day and she had planned to celebrate it properly with her boyfriend. Now it seemed it would be happening a bit differently. "I do hear it alot, but... one more time from someone who might actually succeed, don't half-love that~" Nikki admitted. She was calm, collected and confident. And now she was even subtly in her own mind doing the quiet background work required to move one man out of her life potentially to slot another one in.

Apparently, Nikki was not at all helping the star-struck situation. "I said already I don't speak this language. I'm just here to help a bloke out and maybe have a good time myself~" Nikki asserted. Ah but a minor interruption was coming in the form of a whirlwind with a mass of purpie hair and one of the worst attitudes anyone would ever see. "Yes, I'm gonna press you! You didn't see, 'cause you were at pub league. I've seen it... it's the talk of the century. Forums are blowing up, chats gone mental. Even my school message board is bleeping ever 10 seconds!" Iris asserted. Nikki was on the phone that was all she needed. "Don't care about your habits, Dande! Nik you're thief! I didn't say you could have 'im!" asserted the little girl. A casual eye roll occurred. Actually, she'd not heard such a thing from her in quite a while. 'Damn, even the kid was telling me, in her own way.' Nikki thought. The whisper of Donnie made Nikki smile. "Fam is a bit mental, she's my youngest cousin. Special miracle after my Aunt who really wanted girls had two boys. It's a whole thing... basically she's the royal family of that household," she added before looking at Iris. "Don't get your knickers into a twist, I'll introduce you later, swear~" she said Dande got to see the girls eyes think it over. "You better. Also, loved the dress!" Iris mumbled before wandering off, her own needs secured. Nikki had never let her down after all.

[Bloodedge]

Something great would soon come of the blossoming relationship between Donnie and Nikki, and none could truly know how great it would be. In the interim, there was a strange mention of the day in relation to Nikki receiving a phone call from her sister. Donnie could only assume it related to Fashion Week ending. Maybe she had a special show not long before his arrival? "Big day overall for you, huh? You happy?" he wondered. Such massive events were always mood-lifting as a linchpin in one's life story. Donni himself had once experienced a version of it, but the bigger one was still to come.

Leon's attempt to find a middle ground was interrupted by his own kid sister. He wasn't trying to hear any of her nonsense today ─ at least not now. Ah, but it seemed she knew more about Nikki's meeting with King Don than he did. Apparently, it was the talk of the century. What an exaggeration. "You don't even know squat about the century! I'm tryin' to work here!" he urged just before the girl inserted herself to yell at Nikki. During their spat, if it could be called such, Donnie got to see an adorable little thing that looked more like a younger sister than a cousin. 'Damn. Strong genes,' he thought. The girl was talked down with apparent ease, and Nikki gave an explanation of her position in the family. Donnie could only manage one thing. "Aww, she's a cinnamon roll!" he praised. On the other end, Leon finally had an idea. "Got it! Don! Can I call you Don?" he asked. "Yeah man!" Donnie replied, much to Leon's satisfaction as he made way for his bedroom. "I can call him Don! Anyway, Don, bruv. What say you hang with Iris for a bit, get some photos and such, and we call it square?" he offered. Donnie still didn't like the idea of not paying... but he could stack a few more things. "... Not gonna let me pay, huh? Aight. I'll get you guys some signed albums and stuff too. Should drop whenever I get back to the states."

[Apollymi]

Whatever was going on between Donnie and Nikki, there was something worth a bit of extra thought. Of course, as she thought about this, and the big day, the winds of change were flowing about just a bit. "Bloody whirlwind, a terrifying week... and then clarifying. Meeting you though, definitely adds some happiness to all the lunacy~ Happiness will come with the madness has settled, and everything's sorted, you know?" she mused. Whether she realized it or not, Nikki was reorganizing her life, and currently, she didn't see a place for certain loose ends within it. She'd not even realized they were loose until someone pointed them out and she got to see them, operating in what they thought was their element.

Speaking of organization, there were somethings that would always fit into Nikki's life. She didn't mind explaining the madness and it seemed, Donnie didn't mind being part of it in some ways. Like listening to a pair of siblings separated by a decade, argue about their notes on the century. "I have a way better understanding of the last century than you!" Iris proclaimed while sticking her tongue out at her elder brother. Donnie would go on to call the lass, who did indeed look like her cousins little sister, a 'cinnamon roll'. "Nah, certified nutter," Nikki said about her younger cousin, "But I get it... I already lived that part of life. I wasn't nearly so worked up about it though~" Nikki admitted. the younger was talked down. And an idea hatched, which Donnie surprisingly agreed to, as well as the general address of 'Don' by Leon. He even went on to sweeten the deal a bit which made Nikki happy as well. She liked whenp eople understood family and she didn't have to explain all the gritty details. "So Leon, my place is still a mess because well fashion week. I gotta go by Ronnie's flat anyway, wanna drop it there like old times?" Nikki offered up a meeting point about half way between the two places and nowhere near as far out as her own place was, which could work regardless of everything else. "So long, as Donnie here doesn't mind a quick car ride~" Nikki said just the subtlest of flirts crossing her lips.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, I get it. I'll see if I can't bring in a lil' more of that," he said about Nikki's happiness. Donnie had some desires that were only becoming stronger by the moment. Oddly enough, they weren't so geared toward personal gain... but Nikki would undoubtedly find out the specifics in due time. It seemed there was even a chance that discovery happened sooner rather than later, as their conversation eventually led toward mention of Nikki visiting her sister's... flat ─ whatever that was. Leon understood the deal, and could easily make that work. "Aw, Nik, you know I'm not bothered about stuff like that. Bloody legend though, you are. Saves me travel time!" Leon said with excitement. He was already going through the trunk under his bed, unlocking it and taking a deep inhale as it opened. "Goin' into the private stash for this one. I'll have it over in a bit, yeah?"

As for Donnie and the potential of a short car ride, he first picked up on the flirty tone Nikki used to ask about it. As they'd been doing the entire time, he kept it going. "I like a nice ride as much as the next guy. Take the scenic route if you need to. London's got some tight sights to see," he said as another squeeze was delivered to Nikki's waist, all to sell the deeper meaning. "Oh, but what's a flat?"

[Apollymi]

Oddly enough, Donnie understood Nikki quite a bit. She'd achieved one of her life's greatest goals in recent times and now that she'd done it, before she was even 21, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about... well everything. "That right, mate? You got it, I'll accept~" she said seeming to thnk it over and feel nothing more about it than the usual. Easy going conversations being what they were, Nikki also kept proving to be rather accomodating when it came to people she asked favors of and got them in return. Love was beautiful within her family and as such she'd not make her cousin take on the ridiculous amount of travel necessary to get all the way to her place. No... she'd have him meet her somewhere a bit more close to neutral. "Course, I did bruv. I wouldn't put you out when you're doing me a favor. See ya' in a bit~" she said giving him one more cursory peace sign before hanging up.

Soon after she left her cousin to his plotting she was back to easy conversing. Donie was sa fine with a ride as the next guy. "Blokes liking rides is good. Scenic route around London's a long drive~" she claimed. No need to rush, she knew where her cousin was coming from and about how long it would take, and even if he reached the desination first, he still had a key it wasn't like he'd be put out having to wait or anything. In the meantime. Nikki grabbed up a few remaining stray things and tucked them into her storage space, nodding for the lad to follow. Still there was one more question to be asked... what was a flat. She paused. "I know they have them in Ameria too... like a building where multiple different people live but it has a whole bunch of separate spaces stacked on top of each other?" she said not quite having enough of the vocabulary down to explain it. Still... she'd be making her way to a modified hummer with a driver who'd become a part of her staff. He was issued by the Queen herself and looked after her. "We're headed to Ronnie's flat mate. No rush though, we're trying to chat..." she said as the man with the ear piece nodded by the open door. Once both were inside the door would be shut, the partition raised and the pair left to their privat conversation. There were soft couch like benches in the back and the whole space was modified into a roomy almost couch like area. With mood lighting and tinted windows so they could live in privacy.

All the while, Drake was making moves. He might have seemed a bit irresponsible earlier, but he did know one piece of important information and he was buying a gift exactly for it. Sure he'd had to 'network' a bit but he was currently standing at a high priece jewelry store, looking over a piece he thought would work for his purposes. All the while, his manager seemed almost panicked on his behalf. The security guard who'd been his friend for quite a while had but a little bit of advice to offer. "Maybe go for a necklace or bracelet man, something less confusing for a birthday present?" he offered. "No man, this is the one. I gotta prove how serious I am. Especially seeing as she's a good girl whose out doing her best for me, right now." Drake commented. All the while some random tabloid people were taking pictures and speculating on the purchase being made. Soon after that he'd be headed back to his hotel, to get properly dressed in a suit he'd bought and prepare himself for an evening at the club with his woman while also making sure he looked clean enough to pitch himself to King Don.

[Bloodedge]

And so came the end of a conversation between cousins, and the beginning of an apparently extended private moment between... whatever Donnie and Nikki were about to be. He rather enjoyed a ride, and Nikki seemed to appreciate that. Were they having the same conversation? It did seem that way. "Aight then, Mami. Lemme just call my people," Donnie stated. While they were preparing to leave the dressing room, Donnia made contact with other members of Lost Galaxy via call. The message had to be delivered that they should carry on without him, as an impossible opportunity reared its head at random. By the time that call ended, they were reaching Nikki's ride. He could then figure out what the hell a flat was supposed to be. "Sounds like an apartment. Like a live-in suite kind of thing?" he asked for confirmation.

Whatever the case, a hummer was the vehicle of choice for the day. Donnie looked up at the tall vehicle and saw an opportunity that wasn't major, but would mean a lot to him in the moment. He wasn't hopping in first. Surely that was the gentlemanly thing to do, but he didn't guide Nikki up for such an altruistic reason at all. No, he let her up with a hand against her rear ─ a guiding and supporting hand that surely didn't need to press so firmly. No matter. If she didn't know his angle already, she'd only find out more over time.

[Apollymi]

In the moment of an exchange, Nikki's conversation with her cousin ended. And Donnie needed a minute to contact his own friends. Apparently, he'd decided that being on the flight to Japan wasn't something he needed to do at present. That made Nikki's chest feel tight in an odd way. This man didn't know her, she wasn't a sure thing for him in anyway. But he was still willing to put aside other things, just for the chance to potentially get to know her, to try and make her happy. "Really?" she seemed legitimately surprised by the notion but let him make his call which was overall rather quick before they were able to move on. It would seem the word she was looking for in the American form of English was 'apartment'. "Cheers mate, that's exactly the word. Ronnie said it's different over in the US how it works but what you said is it essentially," she said. She wouldn't bore him boring details of things like ownership and landshares. No, it wasn't important...

Something else was though. If Nikki entertained any idea of Donnie simply being a friendly interaction with her... it was all but erased when they got out to the Hummer that she rode in. It didn't matter that she didn't need help getting into it, he was right behind her to help her up... with his warm hand touching her backside in that short dress. "Blimey," she uttered under her breath. "Thanks, mate." She offered as she slipped inside taking a seat on the left hand side of the vehicle and after the door closed behind them relaxing intently. "You do know it's mental to just skip out on a trip to Japan with your mates, just to go clubbing with me, right?" she asked finding it kind of crazy knowing that the 'mates' in question were Lost Galaxy.

[Bloodedge]

'Apartment' and 'flat' were very much the same, apparently. Donnie didn't have much need of the information, but it was nice to know how their cultures addressed things differently. It was also nice to know Nikki took no issue with a bit of unnecessary drunken contact with her backside. Perhaps her mind wasn't on the same path as his, but it surely wasn't in a completely different realm based on her reaction. There were even words of thanks offered. "Anytime~" Donnie answered.

Once they were inside the vehicle, Donnie situated himself on the right side in opposition to Nikki's seat. He didn't want to lay it on too thick; he wasn't a horndog or anything. Besides, the intoxicated male could take the opportunity to stretch out a bit, his legs spanning much of the distance between himself and Nikki. In gaining such a relaxed posture that even involved his left arm stretching across the back of his seat, Donnie raised his right hand to sweep drooping hair from his face. The heat from drinking and that performance was starting to do a number on him already. Ah, and he realized something as well. "Ah, damn! I left my jacket back at the room," he complained lightly. As for the madness of leaving his friends behind to pursue a club outing with Nikki, their opinions differed greatly. "You seen you? We go to Japan a lot since Dream and Bak both live there. Dream's got some kind of emergency, but not on some Hunter shit. They don't need me. But I need to see what's up wit'chu ─ feel me? I'll catch the homies later."