<b>Nikki</b><br/><br/><br/>As Cleaver passed the table he grabbed an inhalant and tossed it to Nikki. He grinned, "That aught to light up your life."<br/><br/>Nikki's pressing questions did not get as pleasant a response, however. "For fucks sake, you, Jacks, what the hell is wrong with just bein' social? Don't fuckin' worry about the case. Shit. Just people doin' business. Do people not do business around here? And when the fuck aren't we expecting trouble? We're in the god damn Dreg."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>