CLOSED for @ofdesertroses ft. Dakota
where: outside of the glitter gulch, 30th of may
Nikki let out a long breath as she exited the Glitter Gulch and sought a new place to centre herself. She had to pace herself more in these kind of places than she would've liked, and for a moment she scolded that desperate need, the way her fingers twitched when she saw too many people taking their drugs, hoping to do so in secret. But she had once been one of them, and she caught the signs. And she could almost envision herself taking some with them, spending the money she had on her person for an easy fix, for something. But in her head she repeated the words her brother, her veera would speak when she was at her lowest, before she realised the drugs she bought were manifactured by him: choti, you don't need this. you are strong, you are tough, you are smart.
She checked the pavement, the buildings on either side of the street, she noted the scent of piss, of smoke, of sweat. She heard the music from inside, the laughter, the talking, she heard the softer talking and laughing to her right. She took stock of everything she could register around her. And then she found her own centre.
Then she heard Dakota, the sounds and scents of him were just as familiar to her now as any of the heist crew, and before he could even notice her - though she wasn't that hard to overlook so perhaps he already had - she touched a hand to his arm and claimed him into her space. Looking up at him without much of an expression, to the outside world. To family, she was clearly in over her head and looking for support. "Having fun?" she asked, a small wish to her tone that suggested she hoped he was having fun.
