“Come on, come on…” Waving her hand as she marched into somewhere that looks the total opposite of the various venues that she has spent her night thus far, Nikki Marcello beckoned her friends toward a rather innocent and clean looking bar, and felt her own note of satisfaction in the sheepishness she saw looking back at her in the faces and forms of the terrors she had made her mates.
“I've tried all that shit you guys wanted me to, now it's your turn!” Shaking her head at such a turn and deciding it was time for her 'revenge' for all she had been afflicted this evening, she ignores the strange looks that her new gang seem to be given by the locals in the place, and instead marched toward the bar and the equally puzzled barman who stood behind it.
“Let's see here, uh…” Still a little tipsy and seeming to wobble before hitting it on a path that was assuredly far from stright, the scarlet eyed siren glanced over her shoulder and attempted to count her cohorts, before realizing that her mind is too muddled to do so and shrugging as she gave up any attempt at personal mathematics.
“This many root beers, then!” Instead spreading her arms for the confused barman and presenting the assembled horde of her rollicking night out, she makes a demand that seems rather innocent in comparison to what she had consumed thus far, but in her opinion, therein lay the true devilry of the occasion. Which, she expected, her comrades would soon discover for themselves…