Nikki had been through a lot in her young life. The death of her family, her people and her respective planet; it does a lot to a person. For a long time, Nikki refused to speak and would turn to violence because of the comments some people would make about her hair. You’d think these people had never seen a Metra before; then again her people didn’t get out much and when they did it was to fight. They didn’t invade planets but they did protect their own with fierce fights and deadly wins, it just… wasn’t enough in the end. 

Her chocolate colored eyes stared down at the bar top. She needed money and she needed it soon. She barely had enough to pay for her beer but she needed something. [I]Maybe[/i] it wasn’t the best choice. A small sigh left her full lips as she adjusted her jacket on her shoulders before spinning the glass in her hand. What was she going to do?! Some of the looks of the bar people suggested alternate routes of getting money but she just snarled at them to keep them away; not that she hadn’t considered it as an option but have you ever seen a Hetachi? The tentacles and were smooched faces aren’t exactly what she would define as ‘attractive’. To each their own, and this was her own is a big ‘no’.

The mood of the room seemed to instantly change as the door to the bar opened and shut. It was surprising how strange the people reacted to the new person who walked in; some seemed to ignore the person as if they didn’t want the person to exist and others seemed to get a heated fire that radiated hatred from the other side of the room. Nikki learned from her time of being a loner that she should wait and feel out the room and how people felt about someone else before making a judgment. Sure everyone had their own stories of why they did or didn’t like someone but each story held some truth. Plus it was probably another Hetachi.

As someone spoke in her general direction, her chocolate gaze flicked to the newest arrival the bar. Maybe that’s how they generally greet people who weren’t Hetachi because he looked like he could be human, or something close to human. When he looked over at her and gave her a smile she returned one with a grateful nod as the corners of her full lips curled up into a small smile, a rarity for her but he deserved it. Great she could get something to eat. “Since he’s paying for my drink, can I get some potato fingers?” The bartender nodded as she took a drink of her beer and he returned rather quickly with a large container of French fries with salt, cheese, bacon bits, and chives with dipping sauce of ketchup and BBQ sauce. Picking up a fry, she glanced over to the man who bought her the drink. There was a seat between the two of them, so what did she do? She pushed the potato fingers basket to occupy the space between them as she dipped the one she had into the ketchup. “Help yourself.” She said nicely, though her tone wasn’t sweet and flirtatious, he has yet to give her a reason to be rude so why not play nice?