bad b*tch #1

fmk nikki hannah riley

“aww, shucks, cart,” nikki purrs, letting out a soft chuckle.

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eyebrows perched, nikki lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “i wouldn’t say angel, but whatever floats your boat, ginger.” she gives the other girl a once-over before pulling out a carton of cigarettes and her neon pink lighter. “now, if you and your scaly boyfriend don’t mind, that’s my smoking spot.” it was a bad habit she had picked up during high school, but - hey - it was better than many other things she’s done. anyways, it had been a long day.

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“relax, loser,” the brunette states with an eyeroll as she plops a to-go cup of coffee -- brittany’s favorite order, of course; she had it memorized since freshman year -- in front of the girl. nikki takes a long sip of her own (iced skinny caramel macchiato, extra caramel, with light ice) and pauses to observe the scene in front of her. she lets out a sigh, placing her cup down on the table. “you’re exhausted, britt. i don’t know why you won’t just let me write your report for you.” she pulls out a tube of lip gloss from the front pocket of her purse and applies a thick coat, smacking her lips together once she’s done. “you know i’d give you the friends and family rate,” nikki sing-songs, eyebrows twitching upwards as she sends the girl a wink. (that was code for free, of course, and very rarely did nikki ever do something for someone without receiving something in return).