A BarclayPierce piece for @silvershewolf247 's request of after the trial!
Even years ago at her own trial, Nica hated the reporters. And at Tiffany's trial she hated them just as much.
As the woman rolled out of the courtroom on the ramp for her, she was followed by bright camera flashes and screams of questions that she didn't want to answer. She understood it was their job, but could they not take a hint she had nothing to say?
"Ms Pierce! What are your thoughts on the verdict with Jennifer Tilly?" "Nica, how do you feel with your new freedom?" "Ms Pierce, how do you feel about the slander against you with your family's murders?"
They'd just pick and pick like an eagle to Prometheus, reminding her of every single damn thing she wanted to forget-
And then her savior arrived.
Just as Nica had reached the bottom of the ramp and steps, a black almost military-like car pulled right up to the sidewalk.
The driver's door opened, and out stepped Andy Barclay, her cabin-mate and fellow sufferer of Chucky and Tiffany. Seeing the two of them together would probably get more questions on her ass by the reporters, but Nica was just happy a friend came to help her.
Immediately Andy ran over to Nica, his back blocking the camera's flashes as he helped her out of her chair and into the passenger seat "Thank you-" "Don't mention it."
He closed the door, folded her chair and put it in the trunk, and with a middle finger to the reporters, he hopped into the driver's side and started the car, driving the two of them off.
Nica breathed out a sigh of relief as she finally got to relax and lean back against the cool, leather seats. "Fuck, I thought they'd never leave me alone." She let out an exasperated laugh, staring out the window.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late. There was a wreck and I had to take the longer way." Andy gestured over his shoulder. With a small sense of quiet, Andy's eyes flickered over to Nica slightly, curious. "So, she got it?" Nica nodded in reply. "Death by lethal injection. I wish they'd let me do it my damn self."
Her voice was bitter, but she had a small, satisfied smirk on her face. Andy nodded a little, his lips having the smallest twinge of a smile, his eyes back to the road. "Was she scared?" "Fucking terrified." "Good."
They didn't care that they were celebrating a death. If anything they'd do it ten fold. Tiffany was a monster, and she was going to die. And they were happy.
"Wanna celebrate?" Andy chuckled a little, his tone almost joking. Nica couldn't help but smile. "Nah, I'm way too tired to see... Anyone else right now. I still need to update Gigi too... I promised. But thanks though." She leaned her head back, her eyes closing slightly as she relaxed even more, a peace filling her as she sat in the car with someone who understood.
Andy nodded, completely understanding her decision as he stared out to the road as they made their way down the street.
"Wanna have a beer when we get back?"
