Heart in the midst of a rampant stride, Nikki too was struggling with her own alcohol intake.  It wasn't as though she was smashed, but her head felt warm, and it was a little<em>too</em>easy to be okay with just about anything.  In this particular case, she certainly noticed Richard's hand drifting down beneath the hem of her dress only to settle on the warm silk of her thigh.<br/><br/>And when it lifted?  Sober, Nikki might've quickly drawn back, furrowed those neatly plucked brows and delivered a bitter reprimand.<br/><br/>Tonight?  Well, with Chris's implicit consent to this cozy little vibe they'd established in unexplored territory, she wasn't going to deny what came natural.<br/><br/>Her reaction was borne of purest instinct.  A sudden but knowing smile, mischievous as before, flickered to meet his gaze, and somehow the supple contour of her asscheek seemed to sink deeper into his touch; at the slightest expense of contact with her husband's.  Her flesh was warm and taut, narrow separated from his touch by a sliver of black silk that was as of yet unseen.<br/><br/>Her gaze flickered to Chris.<em>"Absolutely,"</em>she conceded, upper teeth sinking ever so slightly into the swell of her lower lip as she again eyed the younger man.  Her husband's encouragement was both unexpected and liberating.  Alcohol made it even easier.  After all, if things went too far -- well, Chris would stop them, right?  He certainly couldn't get mad at her.  It might've been his birthday, but this whole thing would've been a devious form of entrapment if he were to get upset now.<br/><br/><em>"'kay,"</em>she murmured, leaning in to peck her husband's cheek as he excused himself long enough to pay the bar tab and walk away.  With that, she turned to more fully face her young counterpart.  Her arms lifted, wrists overlapping behind his head as her hips settled into a sway to match the gentle rhythm of the recorded music playing between band set swaps.  She studied him for a couple seconds, narrowed eyes clearly struggling to discern something in him.<br/><br/>Eventually, she leaned in, warm whispers breezing against his jawline as her lips approached his earlobe.  There was never contact, yet the whole of her frame was snugging up into his from the front.<br/><br/><em>"Y'wanna come home with us?  Maybe meet the pups?"</em>Drawing back just enough that their faces were mere inches apart, Nikki's dark gaze shifted to the sight of Chris disappearing into the bathroom.  As its door swung close, she leaned in, head tilted, and turned vanilla-glossed lips in to brush the young man's.  The kiss was a peck, but she lingered long enough to savor every last ounce of it.  In drawing away, she leaned back in to whisper.<br/><br/><em>"We didn't plan this, but I'm gettin' the feeling he wouldn't mind..."</em>