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Nicoleta was drunk off of amusement, with dark thoughts about the man’s fate that belied her crooked smile. Her motion was staggered as Heracles whisked her away towards clearer judgment. After passing the area of squirming fluffs, Nicoleta noticed the erect arm that stuck out from the kitten mass. The hand was dejected, fingers curled in some sort of half-agony. What truly caught her attention were the tattoos. It seemed familiar, still.

However, Heracles tugged her along much too quickly for her to study it, and soon enough she moved on. They went toward an area her intuition disapproved of. Serpentine stairs, black with every step, dissuaded their entry. Because these two were idiots, they entered without a second thought. According to Nicoleta, downward was the basement. Or were they actually on the second floor? Who the fuck cares. Either way, she tagged along, mostly because he was still holding her hand. Because she was put to such a good mood, she was the marionette running by the whim of heartstrings.

She pieced her act together once she caught a whiff of something. Her caprice unhinged her bliss and delight, whereas it honed her caution and alertness. Heracles turned to her and admitted his suspicion, to which she placed a finger over her lips to quiet him. Once they reached the base of the stairs, Nicoleta unlatched her hands from his and prowled forward, keeping low and out of sight from the strangers.

“Vermont…” Nicoleta mouthed to herself. She listened, ears peeled, and soaking in every word to connect the strands of information in her head. Her eyes closed in quiet meditation, chemical reactions happening, images unfolding….

She covered her mouth to hold back her laugh. The laugh came out as breathy and low, teetering between disbelief and utter amusement. Nicoleta managed to strangle it to snickers while the goons below wrapped up their awkward guffaw. Heracles turned to her, confusion creating fine lines in his pretty complexion. Nicoleta replied with her kittenish grin, the light in her eyes still gleaming. This was a B- Hollywood comedy movie, and Nicoleta could swear there could be a host and a camera crew around here. She reached out and gave him an assuring pat on the cheek. My silly, silly cat man who doesn’t understand anything.

“Stay here.”

Before he could say a word, Nicoleta was on her feet. Gentle foorsteps glazed over steel like a brush of the wind. Her figure became a fleeting shadow, blending in with the dark that allied with her. Nicoleta rummaged through his coat pockets (and muttered to herself at how men have such huge fucking pockets) and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. She put them on. Because it was always a good time to wear sunglasses for Nicoleta.

She popped up the hood, zipped up the coat, and then tossed in another piece of gum in her mouth. Chew, chew chew--pop. Nicoleta swaggered her way towards the bright white light that hovered over the table by a wire that oscillated with every disturbance. When she stepped just before the corona of light, she popped her gum.

They all stared at her.

“Yo.”

They looked at each other.

Count on Nicoleta to be the maestro of stealth.

“The hell you want?” asked bald woman with a dragon tattoo down her skull.

There was a man who looked like a woman. Or a woman who looked like a man. Whatever their gender was, their voice was deep. “How’d you even get here?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the sort that sneaks up on us and you know… not just show up.” The shortest of the three was a man with the haircut of a villain and a sweet goatee to go with it.

Pop. Nicoleta zipped down her coat. Ample cleavage was contoured by the intensity of the light.

“I’m married,” stated the goateed man with exhaustion, to then the bald woman hit him on the shoulder.

“I’m here to purchase some of your stuff.” Nicoleta reached for the coat pocket, which made the three tense up. When she took out another piece of gum and put it in her mouth, the sunk back, looking mildly disappointed. “The flavor ran out.”

She then reached for bra and pulled out a wad of cash. “I got your money.” Nicoleta tossed it haphazardly on the table, and the trio’s shadows immediately suspended over it. Pop.

“Okay…?”

They looked at each other again, exchanging silent words of literal silence, because these three apparently can’t translate each other’s expressions into understanding. Instead they muttered amongst each other, the bald woman slamming her fist against her palm as one way to ‘deal with the big-boobed intruder’. They then all turned to her.

“Wait up big tits, how the hell did you even get here?”

“The front entrance,” she replied.

The short one looked at the two exasperatedly. “Well she's probably not wrong.”

They began to argue amongst each other until Nicoleta’s foot slammed on the table. The light overhead began to sway. “Listen up you fucking shits,” she declared. “I’m here to try some of your Vermont crap and I not leavin’ till I get some of this stuff. After all, I did get fucking invited so get your asses together before I send you to Long Bulgaria.”

“Long Bul—.” A cacophony of laughter filled the air, reverberating off the steel and stone.

“Oh Heavens, you know of Asu?”

They chatted eagerly, and Nicoleta tried her best to ease herself as a natural in this conversation. The bald woman’s name was nicknamed Damnation, the short man was Spider Son, and Steelix was the androgynous person. was In truth, she had no fucking idea what she was talking about other than the information she had extracted from prior intel. These guys were phonies and clowns, but they were making a bunch of money off of this stuff. Long had Nicoleta been curious about this ass joke of a drug, but she initially laughed at these guys so hard that she almost completely disregarded it. Sooner or later, Nicoleta was sitting down, her arms draped over the chair. They decided to give her a complementary hit of the drug, and they were already forming a line with the white-golden powder.

The androgynous person tapped the rolled up paper gently and gave it to Nicoleta, which she took. On three, they all cried their cheers and inhaled their powder. Bursts of color, bouts of swirls. The onset of the kick was a strange, whoozy feeling that warped up the vision, weighing the head down by several tons. In a couple of heartbeats, loud as the drums that thrummed in the ear, the weight alleviated, exalting gravity to one of a feather’s. Soft. Fluffy. Light.

“IMMA CHARGIN MAH LAZERS!” cried Damnation. The three all shook with laughter while Nicoleta smiled wryly. What the fuck was going on.

“Let’s bin laden this shit.” The Spider Son coughed. “I meant *abandon but this drug sometimes autocorrects your words. Brilliant eh?”

“But sometimes it also makes you say crazy things.” Steelix grinned.

Nicoleta opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, someone came bursting into their circle. A man with uneven hair, a matted mustache, and hella wild eyebrows bumbled over, breathing heavily. He was breathing so heavily, the he had to double over and rest his legs over his knees. He continued his breathing, and then held up one finger to reassure that he was only going to take a moment.

“Er… take your time,” said Spider Son, puzzled as he stroked his goatee.

Nicoleta groaned and leaned back on her chair, propping both feet on the table. She chewed on the gum, a sudden stir of a bad feeling formed a miasma in her chest.

“J-Joffrey,” the man uttered. “Joffrey was attacked.”

Immediately, all of them laid their eyes on her. Well, shit. Heracles might have to... improvise on this situation. She rolled her shoulders, popped her gum and opened her mouth to explain. “Backa lacka dacka!”

“Ohh, nice catch.” She purred. His arms were as strong as they look when he cradled her towards his chest. There was glimmer of delight in Nicoleta’s eyes, glistening along with the broadness of her smile. She began to hoot with laughter, a survivor’s triumph. Her fingers were still trembling from the exhilaration, and she gave her knuckles a crack on each fist. She half-expected him to share her enjoyment, but it was confusion and relief that clouded his expression. Nicoleta kept in mind that he was just an ordinary civilian, and the most he had gotten out of this was out of the films. However, that didn’t stop that smile turn into a smirk between pressed lips, the corners tilted up to milk out the satisfaction.

Nicoleta was set back onto her feet slowly enough for her to feel stable on solid ground. He was very careful with her, she noted. As the adrenaline faded away, she began to miss his touch. Her hands crawled to her neck, and she rubbed it as if it was sore.

“Well, yeap.” She replied plainly, as if all girls had a grappling gun. A correction: all girls have a tampon but not a tampon grappling gun. This useful little gadget had gone through plenty of security checks, each checker seldom wanting to brush their fingers against it. She snorted, enjoying his reactions to her whimsy. “Gymnastics offers a lot more than fancy footwork.”

Heracles can figure it out. 

Wondering if she had anything else unusual, she paused and began, “I have…” Nicoleta placed her hands on her ass pockets and pulled out a pack of gum. “Explosive gum.” With a deadpan expression, she took out a piece, unwrapped it, and then popped it in her mouth. “Explosive as in, it tastes real damn good.” She offered him a piece. The truth of the matter is, she left the functional pack of gum at home.

A side-ways glance at her dangling blouse and then a look up at the ceiling, Nicoleta concluded that there was too much evidence left around. No shit, Sherlock. There was no reason to worry, however; The Lynx’s Kittens can lick up this bowl clean. The next obstacle was well… getting out.

“Anyway, let’s start exploring--.” Then there was a shuffle of noise, a baritone voice calling out for an answer. A far-off gleam of gray light pierced through the dark their eyes had adjusted to. The light was dispersed in a wide area, so she surmised that the source was still a ways off. Nicoleta lowered her voice to a whisper, “Or… we can start avoiding whoever that is.”

She chewed on the gum with annoyance. Sheesh, why would anyone have security guards in a supermarket at night? Were they afraid that some hooligan was going to steal all of the potatoes during the breath of midnight? How basic. Nicoleta gave it a second thought but brushed it away while she gave Heracles’ a shoulder tap to move. There was a swirling feeling in her chest, something she considered as her stirring intuition. Nicoleta surmised that she was going to have more fun other than being shirtless and doing fancy-footwork.