Hanging with Jerry and Dean

She forced herself not to whack him, and instead patted him on his head very firmly once he'd dropped her hands. "You, my friend, are entirely too fond of..kisses." she stopped herself before saying physical contact, and quickly replaced the word with kisses. She grinned.

"But, if you ever touch my lips, I will be forced to beat on you." again, she spoke jokingly, her voice cheerful and bubbly, but her eyes, while sparkling teasingly, held a little something in the back of her eyes, barely even noticable, that said she was serious. Then she grinned, "That is, with yours."

She cocked her head to the side, and chuckled, "Now that we've cleared up that, I'm so glad it wasn't awkward," she spoke the last words in a cheerful, bubbly, yet sarcastic voice, then added, "Why are you wandering shirtless after sleeping?" she was amazingly blunt, while doing it in a cheerfully.

Nikki nodded. "Don't worry about it, I was teasing you, it doesn't make me uncomfortable. I'm sorry you had a nightmare. I have lots of experience with those." She curled up on the couch, head tilted so that he could still see her face, but she closed her eyes. "So, tell me something I don't know." she said, her voice lagged and tired, but cheerful and contented, and her lips curved into a contented smile as she waited for him to answer.

She opened one eye, "Do you ever think about what life would have been like if they'd lived?" she asked, voice soft and quiet, peaceful. She was thinking of how her life might have been, had everything that happened not happened, like Arima 'dieing'. But for once, when she thought about those things, she didn't feel tired. She actually almost felt safe.

She relaxed as she listened to his reply, and after listening, she drifted off quietly into sleep.

"Like, Nikki, I can't believe you wore those. They're like, so out of style!" the voice of the blonde carried across the room like a gun shot. The super-model airhead seemed to make it her goal in life to attract attention. Not that Nikki cared.

Nikki glanced down at her black knee high boots. "Sweetheart, black boots are timeless." she said cheerfully, thumping her heel on the floor for emphasis. She was definately not in the 'just woke up' state any more. Her red hair was pulled into a flawless, high pony tail, make up done tastefully, not heavily, like her companions. Then she wore a black t-shirt, tight fitting, which gave way to a dark red, flowy skirt which reached just above the top of her boots. She practically vibrated cheerfullness.

The brunette next to her nodded. "She's right Claire. I don't know anybody who doesn't have black boots." this one sounded slightly more intelligent, since her voice wasn't raised high, and was instead very soft.

Nikki smiled softly as she looked from friend to friend. Without the high-heeled boots, the two other girls would have towered over her, but as it was, the height difference was minimal.

The blonde, named Claire giggled, and smiled at him. Nikki just rolled her eyes, and the brunette, names Janette, blushed and looked admiringly at him.

"The pleasure is all yours." said Claire, taking on her flirting mode. She flipped her hair, smiling in all her glory.

Nikki rubbed her mouth with her good hand, eyes sparkling with hidden laughter. Claire was the worst around guys. Nikki pondered for a moment, why she was friends with such boy-crazy girls, but it was because they liked her, and stuck around her. So she let them. "She's right you know, you ambushed us!" she said, laughter reflecting in her voice.

Janette looked from Nikki to Donovan to Clair and back, keeping quiet, like she always did around guys. But that she thought Donovan was handsome was obvious by how she was looking at him.