Nikki cackled, but she couldn't help admiring Richard's response.  There was the obvious:  His decline suggested he wanted to keep his senses about him, and that was promising.  While she and Chris had both sort of unintentionally cut loose for the evening, there was a desire in her not to get<em>too</em>silly.  At this point, she was riding the curve fairly snug as a bug in a rug.  She was uninhibited in a rare sort of way without being totally off her rocker; although her speech at the club had been just a little oddly-paced.<br/><br/><em>"Smart man,"</em>she murmured, and as Richard's hand fell onto her thigh, she let her far arm cross her body.  She twisted from the waist up, laying a warm palm gently across the firm musculature of Richard's chest.  That dark gaze was on Chris's -- via the mirror -- while the rest of her sort of leaned into Richard without outright laying on him.  She wasn't quite<em>that</em>drunk.<br/><br/><em>"All good back here, babe,"</em>Nikki said with a distinct sparkle in her eye.  Despite the darkness, Chris might've seen it -- but only Richard would've fully understood why.  Her lower body shifted just a little; in that her thighs slipped apart ever so slightly -- as if to invite Richard's wayward touch to drift further inward.  Whether he did or not, fingertips on his chest began an idle caress, smoothing side to side in a slow zig-zag that slowly traced its way towards his abdomen.