Hanging with Jerry and Dean

Nikki sat curled on a couch in the lounge, a black and white video playing at she watched. It was obvious that she hadn't originally planned to watch a movie, judging by her rather messily tied back redish auburn hair, her oversized black hoodie, which covered most of her, and her bright pink flannel pants. She nibbled absently on her thumbnail as she watched Jumping Jacks, a Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin movie, a small, almost giggle rising out of her at the funny parts. Her blue eyes were not completely focused on the tv, and she looked as though she was ready to sleep.

But she couldn't sleep. Her face showed signs of tears, as though she'd cried before she went to sleep. Which was half truth. She shifted her position, pulling her knees to her chest, face neither sad, nor happy, though in a split second, she could change every feature to whatever she wanted to look like. But she doubted she would. She was tired. Very, very tired. Her lips moved in sync with the lines, and it was obvious that it was an old favorite of hers

Nikki glanced up at the new arrival, and her focus shifted. She smiled, and the tear tracks were barely noticable. She decided not to answer his question, because the movie hadn't been directed by Marlon Brando, but instead brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

Instead, she answered his second question. "I'm Nikki.." she introduced herself, shifting her eyes to the screen for a moment, "And I couldn't sleep." She shifted her position again, closer to the end of the couch, "Besides, I'm not alone any more." she added honestly, eyes twinkling teasingly.

Nikki laughed. A pure tinkling laugh. And it even reached her eyes, but not her heart. He seemed obsessed with black and white movies. "Yes, I've seen a Street Car named Desire, but not the other two. I had a chance to watch Dracula, but I had a bad incounter with a vampire once before. Kinda makes my blood run cold if I try to watch it." she almost added, alone, but didn't mostly due to the fact that she didn't want him to suggest they watch it.

She smiled softly. "I'm more partial to comedys anyways." she gestured to the movie playing on the tv, "especially with Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis... But I like Bing Crosby and Bob Hope as well."

Nikki nodded. "I probably will. I like Cary Grant." she brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, and giving a frustrated sigh of annoyance when it fell right back to where it had been. She went crosseyed for a moment, as though having a staredown with the annoying strand of hair. Then she glanced at Donovan and smiled sheepishly. "No, I haven't heard of him. I'm guessing his movies are good though?" she cocked her head to the side, and brushed at the annoying strand of hair once more.

Nikki blushed slightly when he took her hair under control, but other than that, seemed unfazed by how close he was to her. "Thanks. My hair gets a little annoying during the night." then she shifted her position so that she could see him better. He was nice to look at. Her lips curved into a different kind of smile for a moment, but the smile changed in a split second to her usual smile.

"Hmm.. Maybe I've seen some of his stuff, and never knew it. Can you list some stuff he's done, perhaps?"