<div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/blonde-phone.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Glamorous</span></span><br/><em>Blonde Fashionista, Petite Titan</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>8<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>0<strong>PER:</strong>2<br/><br/><em>~At the League HQ~</em><br/><br/>Landon's words apparently touched a sensitive nerve as Nicole's fingers slowed down on her iPhone before coming to a complete stop as they hovered over the screen.  Glancing up, she half-opened her mouth to retort but those words died upon seeing her own reflection staring back at her from those black shades that he always wore.  She resisted the urge to shudder; he gave her the creeps, but she supposed that government-styled employees tended to do that to someone.  Especially government employees that could rip open portals within the fabric of space and instantaneously transport to where you were.  It took the words, 'Big Brother is Watching' to a whole other level.  The first time he had demonstrated it, she nearly fainted dead away.<br/><br/>Instead, she plastered on a smile, the same smile that emptied wallets at Hooters, even as she sent off another flirty text to Derek promising to model some new undergarments she'd purchased yesterday from Victoria's Secret, take pictures of herself, and then send them to him.  She had picked up an adorable blue negligee that she was convinced would have him furiously panting after her for at least the rest of this week.  "It's Bois des Iles..."  she remarked on the perfume, choosing to entirely ignore the remark about the buffalo sauce.  "Lots of guys like it because of the gingerbread; I guess it makes them want to gobble the girl up or something silly like that."<br/><br/>Honestly, it wasn't like she loved working at Hooters.  If she had any other choices for jobs, Nicole would taken them.  For a while, there was the chance for her to have been a model, but that fell through because of her inability to walk up and down the walkway without nearly tripping and killing herself in one fell swoop.  It was just that she need more money than Sigma-Aldrich could provide, although they were paying her very handsomely at the moment.  It was also the same reason why Nicole Hitchens had found herself in the League shortly after gaining her powers.  She might have chosen to become a hero, but it just didn't pay the bills.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were then interrupted by the entrance of Milady de Winter, poised and elegant as always.  A stab of jealousy suffused Nicole she enviously and greedily looked at the pristine white outfit she was wearing.  The woman shouted--MONEY--from the clothes she wore to the way she glided across the room.  Part of her wondered how the other woman had done it.  She didn't look much older than Nicole, which meant that she must have inherited it.  There was no other way.<br/><br/>Idly, the blonde began to toy with the thought of approaching the other woman with a proposition for a job.  Surely she need a gofer or something like that?  Even a personal assistant that she could order around and berate?  She knew that rich people got off on stuff like that.  Nicole would be willing to put up with anything so long as the pay was good enough.  After all, she had been eyeing a new evening dress for the upcoming block party that Mary-Ann would be hosting in about a month or so from now...