The pretty blonde bartender didn't look up from her work, scrubbing a plate clean with a patterned dishrag. She shrugged her shoulders and spoke softly,"I'm not sure. She was walking out the door when I saw her last." She didn't elaborate much more, knowing what Nic was up to. Though Nic was a bit of a flirt, he was respectful and kind, deep down.<br/><br/>Nic hadn't had much company other than the few residents of the mostly abandoned town, and Lynz, of course. His previous lover had left him when the revolution began, after finding out that Nic had plans to become a killjoy. Maybe Nic would never admit it, but he was lonely. After all, spending so much time killing Dracs and being alone so often in his room had taken a fair toll on the boy.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Back in his room with Hollow, Nic smiled softly down at her and shook his head. "I locked the door. Try not to think of him too much, you guys already spend so much time together. Just relax, sweetheart," he spoke smoothly, his voice was low and seductive, but sincere. Nic then began to kiss a trail from her lips, down her neck, to her collar, and then down her stomach, before he kissed his way back up, bringing her shirt with him and helping her slide it off and toss it to the floor next to his bed. He sat up and ran his gaze fleetingly over her chest, only covered with a bra.