#thread: nico

Xander was in high spirits, he'd been a proper tour guide like Sunflower had asked and had been seeing most of his friends all day. He'd even managed to give everyone one of the carvings he'd made them. Though he still had one left, and it was just his luck he spotted him. "Nickleby, you were robbed," he declared swinging an arm over Nico's neck and pulling him close. "But you're awesome big brother has a very nice prize for you anyways."

They show up at Nico and Sabinas door hand and hand. Noah’s don’t really get clammy anymore but she imagines they would be. She gives Ellery one more stern look that says don’t get dead as nicely as she knows how to, and reads one more firm I love you in Ellery’s eyes -- the same phrase, spoken differently really. 

Noah knocks, the door swings open. “Nico,” she says it evenly, cocks her head, leans on the door frame just a little with her arms crossed. “I think it’s time we all had a word.”

so here was the problem: she loved them, but nico’s friends had fucking terrible taste. nico was looking forward to a chill night, a few drinks with friends while she regaled them all with stories of her latest tinder match gone wrong—something that happened often enough that even nico could admit she was the problem more than anything else, the way she got caught up in wanting and, more importantly, being wanted, only to move on sooner rather than later—but unfortunately, someone had invited maritza too.

here was the bigger problem: nico must have a masochistic streak somewhere, because when she got bored, maritza was a reliable source of entertainment. and, well. nico got bored a lot. call it a character flaw, but monotony made her want to climb the walls. maritza was the last person nico would’ve invited out tonight, but even a fight was more entertaining than just sitting around. 

For the third time this week, Nico was leaving an apartment building in the wee hours of the morning. This time, she was attempting to sneak out at half past five. Her black and red dress from the night before wasn't as fitting this morning, seeing as she barely had it on over her shoulders. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was a mess -- all she wanted to do was go home. She was never proud of her walks of shame, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. It wasn't like she was getting any younger, and certainly no one wanted to date her. Hookups and booze were going to be the closest thing she'd get to affection. She was in such a rush to escape before anyone could see her that she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. All of a sudden - bam! She crashed into another person, causing her to drop her keys, phone, and wallet on the ground. "Oh fuck me!" she shouted, bending over to pick them up, nearly losing the top of her dress as she did so. 

She stood up straight again and narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the person. "You good?" she muttered, her breath reeking of alcohol and regret.