Lillith handed Nikola a pair of red high heals. Nikola stared at her like she just sugessted killing a baby, "Hell no, I'll kill myself if I wear those. I won't even be able to get a step without breaking my ankle. And how am I gonna ride my bike there, you can't run a motorcycle in heals."
"Stop being such a baby Nikola," Celthe told her. "Those aren't so bad, they're only five inches."
Nikola freaked out. "Only five inches? I can't even walk in Converse for the love of Hermes, you think I'll be able to walk in five inch heels," Nikola hyperventilated. There was a hot pain on her ear that made her flinch away from Celthe. "Ow."
"That's what you get, now stay still so I can finish your hair," the older woman scolded. Nikola mocked her under her breath, earning her a slap on her burned ear. "Don't back sass me girly. You'd be screwed without me to do all your make up for grifting, I could have a job in Hollywood that could pay me a lot more then you do. Be grateful I'm doing this for you."
"Sorry Celthe," Nikola replied as Celthe rolled another curl into her black hair. She looked over at the black dress hanging on the door. "I'm going to have the highlights right?"
Lillith held up two of the blue curled clip-ins putting them up against her golden blond hair. "I'm thinking of stealing these for myself," she told her friend.
Nikola laughed, "You do, you die. I paid a lot of money for those."
The blond scoffed, "You didn't spend a cent, I was with you when you stole these, remember. You stole that dress too, and the cat for me. Simese, two years old, little bastard." Nikola flipped her off from her seat, ajusting the black strapless bra that was covering her with her other hand.
"Still you take those, I will know, and you will die," Nikola warned her. Lillith rolled her eyes and handed Celthe the synthetic highlights. The older female clipped them on either side of Nikola's face and placed the other three in random spots. "Ok, look up," Celthe commanded. Nikola's eyes flickered up, and Celthe started to do her make-up. "So tell us, what is the mark, and what are you doing exactly?"
Nikola absently scratched her back. "Mark's name is Tyler Morrison, you know the Tyler Morrison, from Hart & Hart. He's cheating on his wife, and three mistresses, with any attractive female close to the age of eighteen. I'm going to, well, be a victim. Hopefully, if everything goes smoothly, I'll be 'saved' by Eliot, but insted kick Morrison's ass and get him arrested."
"Sure this is a good idea Nikky?" Lillth questioned.
"I'm not defenseless," Nikola told her. "Plus some nice brusies that Celthe puts on me will do some help with the cops." Lillith looked at the fake brusies on Nikola's collarbone, right thigh, and forehead, which was covered by her hair. All were dark purple, and if they were real would hurt like a bitch. "Hopefully I don't get any real ones." Celthe capped the lipstick, "Done, now go get dressed and don't ruin my work."
Nikola stood up, grabbing the black dress before walking into the bathroom and locking the door. The 17 year old took the dress off of the hanger and stepped into it. She then took the Hellenistic coiled snake silver armband off the sink counter and slid it up her right arm. Finally she put on a black leather necklace with a bronze coin hanging from it. Unlike the other 'Greek' things she wore, this coin came from a Greek temple and was fordged in the 13th century B.C. On it was a expression of Hades' head, wearing his Helm of Darkness. She stepped out into the room and could hear the other two girls become awestruck. "Well, how slutty do I look?" Nikola questioned. "Angels couldn't compair to you," Celthe told her. Nikola walked over to the full body mirror in Celthe's living room. The black dress showed off her tattoos, including the one on her left side, which was only slightly obscured by the lace.
"Hurry girly you better get going," Lillith shooed her, handing her the high heels and a black motocycle helmet. "Better be home by two." "I will," Nikola told her as she headed down the stair railing.
At the bottom she landed on her bare feet, then ran to the parking garage of Celthe's apartment building. She slipped the helmet over her head, strapping the helmet on and hopping on her black Kawasaki Vulcan 1700 Vaquero. She kick-started it and took off out of the building into the cold New Year's Eve night.


The cop inpected the fake brusies on Nikola's face. "How old are you?" the Asian woman questioned.
"Seventeen," Nikola answered.
The cop tilted her head to the side, "What are you doing at a party like this then?"
"I'm with my dad," Nikola lied, pointing to Eliot. With her other hand she gave him a roll with it sign. "I'm his 'date' for tonight."
Eliot walked over to the pair, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "Yeah, she sure knows how to stir up trouble," Eliot said. "Just like her mother."
Nikola nearly laughed at how right he acctually was, but kept it in. "Why didn't you bring her mother insted?" The woman asked.
Eliot and Nikola looked down for a second, as if they had planned it. "Her mother left us when she was 6 months old," Eliot lied and took Nikola's fake ID from her hand. He glanced at it before returning it to her. "Just Maria and I now."
"I'm sorry," the cop said sympathically before leaving them with the other police that had shown when someone called 911 and reported assult.
Nikola turned to Eliot, "Thanks for helping me there."
"You're welcome," Eliot replied. Nikola looked at the clock and cussed taking off the high heels and running for the front door.
She slipped the helmet on and drove out of the parking lot on her bike.