<em>"It might be,"</em>Nikki answered with no shortage of humor in her tone, brown eyes alight.<br/><br/>By the time Chris took her phone away, Nikki split a devious sort of grin.  At this point, it wasn't as though she had anything overtly deviant in mind.  The dress had been a gift years ago, and while she'd never been<em>big</em>, she'd been just a little too large for it to feel<em>comfortable</em>way back then.<br/><br/>In the years since, Nikki had spent a lot of time in the gym.  More importantly, a newfound confidence had given her a glimmer and glow that transposed rather effectively to most any outfit.  That this one had ancillary nostalgia value only made it more apparent.  Utterly satisfied with the birthday boy's reaction, she shifted a little closer, making it easier for his arm to find its way around her and his hand to settle upon the taut but supple curvature of her ass.<br/><br/>Dancing?  Her ears perked up, and that glimmer intensified tangibly within her gaze.  Intrigued at the proposition of dancing -- which they hadn't done in months -- she tilted her head as if she expected some sort of catch.  When no such caveat came, she simply shook her head.  Mildly dumbfounded and positively delighted, the young woman simply grinned.<br/><br/><em>"Sounds amazing.  Are you sure this's what you want to do with your birthday?"</em><br/><br/>Not one to question a gift horse, Nikki eventually accepted his wishes.<em>"Why don't you clean up, and I'll make reservations someplace?  We can grab a quick bite, then hit the downtown scene?"</em>Downtown was littered with clubs, bars, and just about everything else they could hope for.  She had no doubt that simply wandering around would lead them to no shortage of good times.