Post by Dominique Olivia Sawyer on Oct 15, 2019 22:49:06 GMT
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It was rare that Niqui was able to get a night off ever since opening The Black Sheep. So rare, in fact, now that she was presented with one she wasn't all that sure what to do with it. Niqui zipped up tightly in her favorite sweat shirt, the open bag of shredded mozzarella cheese by her side and the fuzziest socks that money could buy. She was content. Gideon was off doing something or someone. He was good about warning her about bringing someone over, there were too many times when she would have to explain to the girl the next morning that she was not romantically interested in Gideon. Rooting her hand into the bag of cheese, Niqui sighed. There had to be something better.
There had to be something better than cheese, socks, and Netflix. Chewing another handful of cheese, she sighed and stood from the nest she created out of blankets and discarded clothes. Some of them cleaner than others, but it was fine for now.
A quick shower, a frantic search through her wardrobe for something other than chef jackets and unflattering but non slip and comfortable shoes. Finally spying a dress that she was pretty sure belonged to one of her sisters, she figured it was good enough. Jumping around and wiggling her hips into the red dress, she finally got into it. She would have to remember to lay off the late night beignets after closing. Heels, makeup, and a toss of her hair to do something with it. She knew that there was a supernatural club downtown. She had been there a few times with her younger sister and Gideon, but never went by herself. She grew up in Oak Hill and was no stranger to protecting herself from those who were bigger and stronger than she was.
Making her way to the bar, she flashed her ID and ordered a lemon drop, figured she would feel more comfortable and not sit in the corner dreading leaving her nest and fuzzy socks. The bartender returned with her drink and placed it down, and accepted Niqui's card as a tab. Turning to face the writhing bodies on the dance floor, she crashed into the woman sitting next to her.
"I'm so sorry."
lit up like a crystal ball
It was rare that Niqui was able to get a night off ever since opening The Black Sheep. So rare, in fact, now that she was presented with one she wasn't all that sure what to do with it. Niqui zipped up tightly in her favorite sweat shirt, the open bag of shredded mozzarella cheese by her side and the fuzziest socks that money could buy. She was content. Gideon was off doing something or someone. He was good about warning her about bringing someone over, there were too many times when she would have to explain to the girl the next morning that she was not romantically interested in Gideon. Rooting her hand into the bag of cheese, Niqui sighed. There had to be something better.
There had to be something better than cheese, socks, and Netflix. Chewing another handful of cheese, she sighed and stood from the nest she created out of blankets and discarded clothes. Some of them cleaner than others, but it was fine for now.
A quick shower, a frantic search through her wardrobe for something other than chef jackets and unflattering but non slip and comfortable shoes. Finally spying a dress that she was pretty sure belonged to one of her sisters, she figured it was good enough. Jumping around and wiggling her hips into the red dress, she finally got into it. She would have to remember to lay off the late night beignets after closing. Heels, makeup, and a toss of her hair to do something with it. She knew that there was a supernatural club downtown. She had been there a few times with her younger sister and Gideon, but never went by herself. She grew up in Oak Hill and was no stranger to protecting herself from those who were bigger and stronger than she was.
Making her way to the bar, she flashed her ID and ordered a lemon drop, figured she would feel more comfortable and not sit in the corner dreading leaving her nest and fuzzy socks. The bartender returned with her drink and placed it down, and accepted Niqui's card as a tab. Turning to face the writhing bodies on the dance floor, she crashed into the woman sitting next to her.
"I'm so sorry."
notes: niqui is a monster and i love her
tagged: Iola Hyde
