Nikki was in her own world.  Immersed between nameless, faceless bodies, the air around her was thick with body heat and the intoxicating scented concoction borne of colognes, perfumes, and liquor.  This wasn't your typical club -- the music was rich and artisinal in a way that most electronica-heavy joints around the city couldn't embrace -- but it was most certainly alive tonight.  And she was loving it.  Somewhere, in those minutes following Chris's departure, she had allowed herself to be swallowed up by the mass, and despite her height, she somehow vanished into it.<br/><br/>Now, just as lost in the winding calypso as she was the mass of bodies, her lithe form shuffled and swayed amidst relative strangers.  Arms outstretched and in constant motion like her shuffling feet and swaying hips, the sort of incidental contact that one might typically apologize for went wholly unnoticed here.  On several occasions she even managed to brush into others, resulting in impromptu dance partners.  The interactions were wholly impersonal despite the occasional eye contact, yet the twist brought with it a surge of allure that Nikki couldn't -- or wouldn't care to -- explain.<br/><br/>It wasn't as though she'd come here looking for it, but was she going to complain about the fact that there seemed to be no shortage of handsome, hungry-eyed guys ten years her junior who were just as uninhibited as her?  Of course not.<br/><br/>Care-free was the motif. That long mane of chestnut about her shoulders whipped and swayed, long legs twisting gracefully to turn her back on the most recent partner as he tried for the third time to lure her to the bar for a drink.  With music as loud as it was, Nikki didn't care to explain herself.  Rather, a heartbreaker's smile and a parting view of her well-rounded backside strained against the tautly drawn black as she shuffled a few steps ahead would be his only consolation.<br/><br/>As luck would have it, there was another waiting, and this guy was a jaw dropper.  Up until this point, Nikki had only been half paying attention to others around her.  After all, she was here with Chris.  They were celebrating.  Keeping herself in a sort of silo felt like the right thing to do.  Still, this guy was simply<em>striking</em>-- the sort she'd have noticed whether they'd crossed paths in the post office or the grocery store.  More profoundly, his smile was simultaneously charming and roguish, a dangerous accent on an otherwise wholesome looking guy who, as luck would have it, was dancing his way towards her.  Those wild, swinging movements muted in a distinct falter.  Nikki purposefully slowed herself, dark eyes meeting his own, and full lips curled into a reflexive sort of smile.  It was wrong, but she stole the moment for herself.  Besides, what was the harm?  Smiling and dancing with someone was hardly a transgression in a place like this.<br/><br/>In a matter of moments the pair were close enough to one another that, in turning her back on this new stranger, Nikki's backside very gently brushed his front.  She stopped short of leaning -- of pressing herself into him -- but this was far from the turn-and-dance-away maneuver she'd performed on the last guy.  Instead she lingered; even let fingertips drift backward to brush the outsides of his muscular thighs.