That smile.  He loved dogs, and the revelation -- intimate as it was -- absolutely warmed Nikki's heart.  The body had separated from the mind at that point.  No, she wasn't plastered enough to have lost feeling in her elegant form, but her shapely hips seemed to have a mind of their own.  They veered inward at each and every increment of acceptance on his part, and it seemed she was content to become<em>his</em>; if only for the duration of whatever shallow kind of thing this exchange was.<br/><br/>Her smile was every bit as reflexive; but also reflexive and easy.  She still wasn't quite sure how this hunky young man had emerged from the crowd when he had -- or how she had gotten lucky enough to catch his attention -- but this encounter was something straight out of a dream.  At this point, Nikki was happy to simply<em>go with it</em>, and so that's exactly what she did.<br/><br/>Her left arm crawled a little further over his steeled collar, face close enough that he could feel her words just as well as he could smell the hint of alcohol on her breath against that fragrant perfume.  Her smile was nonetheless genuine and intrigued, head tilted as she gauged him with a directness that defied most young women in a place like this.<em>"If <strong>somebody</strong> doesn't show up soon, they might not be the only ones needin' company.  I'm starting to feel abandoned,"</em>she joked.  Or did she?