#nic: threads.

[chaoscometh]

@liminalstart​ | open

Nic has been running this lovely little makeshift casino on the water for the past three weeks. The risk was minimal, considering the boat belonged to a shell corporation, and she played the role of just an almost innocent dealer better than most. She leaned back on the stool, deft fingers reaching up to undo two of the buttons on that white shirt before nodding towards the person in front of her. “Anyone ever tell you, you can bluff for shit?” Asked as head tilted to the side, amusement painted all over her.

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@hallowghoul​

“Don’t touch that.” She felt like she had repeated this same mantra; three words turned into a makeshift gospel, no less than ten times since they had set foot into the damn room. Eyes narrowed, and for a moment it was almost hard to tell if she were actually being serious or not. “The next thing you put your hands on I’m going to toss that paper weight at your forehead.” Threat made as tattooed hand moved to pick it up, but it was reeled in by the grin that found her features afterward.

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@ofmcthman​

Nic is usually overconfident in her ability to pull back on commitments, but there is always an exception to every rule. She wouldn’t tell Reina that perhaps she was right about Guin, but instead, felt that pull like the moth to a flame. An almost invited kind of helplessness, which explained why shoulder found the doorframe of her classroom, clearing her throat loud enough to announce her presence. “Heard you needed some help setting up for some project, Ms. Fisher.” Rocking on her feet as if she were merely a helping hand. “At your service.”

[chaoscometh]

No one was perfect. The statement had always rattled around in their brain, in their heart, but never exactly taken root. It never hit home, which explains why she was currently brooding, determined to drown the most recent failure at the bottom of however many bottles it took. Looking up from the empty shot glass, and the broken phone screen in front of her, she finally said. “One more for good luck.” A simple request to the bartender before looking to her left, and saying to no one in particular. “Unless you have a better idea.” @everandevermcre​

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@everandevermcre​

Words have always, without a single doubt, been words. Nicola had grown out of the luxury at taking them as bond, it was action she required, it’s probably what had kept her, and her family alive and kicking this entire time. However, that, among almost everything, seemed to change, shift, and fall fucking flat at Frankie’s feet. Maybe that was why there seemed to be a delay, her walking away (a habit that indulged the part of her that thought she still had the ability to do that, where they were concerned), and the processing of what had just been said. Turning, shoulder led the way, while tongue slipped passed lips, and her own words? Fell flat, caught in her throat, wide eyes taken back for a moment, still trying to come to terms with that. 

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@trcshcans​

Her arrival was never subtle, the sound of the bike always announced her presence before the rest of her even had the chance. Emerson knew she was coming though, as per their arrangement, even if Nic was chronically late. She moved on her own time, and most people were smart enough not to question her about it. That smirk came easy as she looked at the other, still not moving off the bike quite yet. “So wait, this isn’t a personal call?” Shameless, head cocking to the side with a chuckle as leg finally swung around. 

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@xemptywithyoux​

She wasn’t invited to the open seat, but that didn’t stop her from dropping into it like they were planning on meeting up, just like this. Shoulders hit the back of the chair casually, relaxing as feet kicked out a little bit, getting effortlessly comfortable before hand waved. “So what are you drinking?” The question asked as if she needed suggestions, just the corner of a smirk pulling at the edge of her features.