This was already the best birthday Nina had ever had. Hell, it was probably the best day she had ever had. Katerina had managed to keep Olivia reigned in, as shopping high end fashion was more her forte. They had both known it was only a matter of time before Olivia turned the tables on them.
"No tattoos in dark alleys please," Nina said around a bite of an espresso shot cupcake.
"Yeah, I second that," Katerina shot Olivia a glare. Her pitchfork was still healing.
"Oh, you two are no fun at all," Olivia complained, wrapping an arm around each of them. "But that's not the plan. Nina can officially drink in public and we're taking advantage of that," Nina was really hoping she meant they were going to get a margarita or something on the way home, but she knew better.
They found themselves back at Stark Tower, staying just long enough to eat dinner and change clothes. Katerina dressed Nina, her official Barbie Doll, in a blue t-shirt dress that brought out the color of her eyes and barely covered her ass. She swapped out the velvet blues for a pair of black, lace up heels that were just as tall and ten times as edgy. If Nina had thought she felt awkward before, she hadn't fully considered what Katerina was capable of.
While Katerina was getting Nina ready, Olivia had taken it upon herself to round up a posse. Considering they were going to a club, there were only so many people she could convince to go. Steve and Bucky were immediately out and Vision never really had an option. Olivia made it a point not to tell her father, lest he actually come with them and make a fool of himself. She didn't even ask Bruce, who was still hanging around for whatever reason. In the end, Thor, Pietro, and Wanda were all she could scrape together. An entourage of six didn't seem so bad and she considered it a win.
Nina had never been to a club before, obviously. Even if she could have gotten legal admittance before now she never would have tried. Her scene was quiet libraries and the Primrose Cafe. Regardless, some of the tension fell off her shoulders when the first echo of bass rolled through her body.
"Rodgers told me you weren't affected by alcohol," Thor gave Nina a questioning look as she ordered her first drink of the night; a cosmopolitan Olivia called her a pussy for drinking.
"Oh, it will. If I drink enough," He liked the smirk on her lips and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
While Nina and Thor drank to their hearts content, the others had split off to do their own thing. Wanda had found a nice gentlemen to dance with. Olivia was showing off the result of over a decade of hip hop choreography experience. Katerina and Pietro were off in an unnoticed corner, making out, which had been going on for some time.
"Would you dance with me?" Nina twisted the stem of an empty glass in her fingers. She'd known this was coming and, as buzzed as she was, she still didn't feel ready. Her heart skipped and her already flushed cheeks burned brighter.
"One more drink?" She gave Thor a shy smile, which only made her all the more irresistible. He had managed to be patient this long. What was another few minutes?
"Whiskey, please. On the rocks," At this point Nina was ordering drinks like she'd been doing it her whole life.
"Am I that undesirable?" Thor asked teasingly, letting out a bellowing laugh. Until then she had been sticking to colorful mixed drinks. Now that he had asked her to dance she was going for straight liquor.
"No, it's not that," Nina assured him as the bar tender slid the heavy glass into her hand. "I'm just not used to all this," She got to take one sip before Thor plucked the glass from her hand and placed it back on the counter.
Thor led her onto the dance floor, people moving out of their way and following the god and the lucky girl with their eyes. Neither of them noticed the murmurs arising around them. Katerina and Olivia did. They met each other in a less crowded spot to watch.