"Check it out," Olivia held up her shirt and pushed the waistband of her shorts down a little. Right next to her hip bone was a black lightening bolt. "I'm Black Thunder," She sputtered a laugh and Nina couldn't help but laugh too.
"Its your turn," Olivia said again, this time pulling Nina up by the hands.
"Do I have to get the same thing?" She asked, suddenly feeling nervous. To be honest, she hadn't thought this out much. Maybe that was for the best.
"No, but get it in the same place," Olivia planted herself near by, resting her chin in her palm and tilting her head. Nina was starting to wonder how she was still so...awake.
"Okay," Nina turned her attention to Nolan. "Do you have a piece of paper?" She asked, her smile shy. It made Nolan wonder what this girl was doing with such a loose cannon. She looked like she should have been tucked in bed dreaming about a masters degree and white picket fences. Nevertheless, he handed over a piece of paper and a pen.
Nina drew a quick sketch. It was something she'd had in her head for a while. Some part of a farfetched dream. But, at the moment, she felt like anything could happen. She explained the missing details of the sloppy sketch and Nolan drew up a quick one of his own. It was exactly what she had envisioned.
The pain wasn't as bad as she'd expected it to be. The tattoo machine didn't come with the discomfort or pinch she was used to feeling when needles were involved. It felt more like a cat scratch or a bee sting. Either way, it was surprisingly bearable and didn't take long.
Nina stood in front of a full body mirror, looking down at the artwork now gracing her left hip. The small crescent moon seemed to match up perfectly with the curve of her stomach and the stem of the rose that fell across it was perfect, thorns and all.
Katerina ended up getting a pitchfork, which was ultimately decided by Olivia. Nina was pretty sure Katerina didn't even know where she was and could only hope she wouldn't care too much when she finally snapped out of it. To Nolan's credit, it wasn't badly done.
The walk home ended up feeling a lot longer than the walk there. All three of them were starting to sober up. Suddenly all Olivia could do was complain about how much her feet hurt and how stupid her father was. At this point, Nina hadn't met Tony Stark, but she was getting a lot of personal insight. Katerina started talking again. Mostly to tell Olivia to shut it and complain of a headache. Nina felt like she was babysitting toddlers all of the sudden.
Once they got back to the penthouse, Nina was fully expecting to go to sleep. Bed, couch, floor; she didn't care much by that point. Unfortunately for her, Olivia picked up three bottles of water from the kitchen and led them all up to the roof where their pow-wow continued.
There was a long span of silence where they all stared out over the cityscape, watching the sky lighten from black to deep blue. The sun would be up within the hour. Nina sipped her water and took a deep, cleansing breath. She felt light as a feather despite being exhausted and still a little inebriated.
"I want to show you something," Olivia broke the silence. Her tone was serious, which made both Nina and, a much more coherent, Katerina look at her.
Unlike Nina, Katerina knew exactly what Olivia was referring to. In any other circumstances, she would have given her reckless friend a hard look and insist she not do something so completely idiotic. Katerina didn't trust anyone. She withheld a lot of secrets, even from Olivia, who was easily her best friend.
"Are you sure?" Katerina asked, sounding just as serious. She wasn't sure why she was even asking. Why she was even allowing something like this to possibly happen. Maybe she was just tired. Physically exhausted and done hiding things. She was stupid to think it, but Nina seemed harmless enough.