Rave On - Welcome to the Adult Table

A girl with a comically oversized pacifier and two mismatched braids offered Nikka and Nikita each a helium balloon.

"Is … this a thing?" Bishop said, whispered to Nike after being handed his own balloon. He politely smiled and nodded, accepting it. .

“It’s a thing,” Nike told him. “Like whip-its,. Same experience. Cheap high.” She spotted the red jacket, and smiled brightly, pointing. “That’s Mathias, the Candyman,” she said, nudging Bishop and her sisters in that direction.

Nikita was already making herself laugh with a cartoonish voice from the helium.

“Things I didn’t know and now to try.” Bishop laughed.

Mathias waved seeing Nike and her crew. He slapped hands with a partygoer before making his way the Nx3 and there plus one.

Nikka whistled. “Now understand why Nike went to so many raves with the Skyes back in the day.” She whispered to Nikkita.

“Hey, Girl! Glad you made it. Damn good crowd tonight, … almost like old time. Just …a better class of drugs Aye?” Mathias smiled.

“Nike has a thing for redheads apparently,” Nikita added.

"Ya think." Nikka smirked.

Nike glared at her two sisters then rolled her eyes. “Hey Candy Man, ” she said with a grin, emphasizing his rave name. “How have you been?” There was no hugging - but that had nothing to do with Bishop - more… Mathias was working. And rave bunnies always wanted to hug Mathias, which could lead to picked pockets. “These are my sisters, Nikita, Nikka, and this is Bishop.”

"Yea some things don't change or rather I've just gotten really good at what I do." Mathias said. "CYD!" He said waving a hand in the air. "Look at what the cat dragged in."

Cyd put a hand up to her eyes to shield them from the light, then squeaked with joy seeing the familiar face. “Nik-eeeeeeee!” She said, climbing down from the stage and practically flying over. “What are you doing back, girl!” She said, pulling her into a hug.

Cyd looked like your average raver. She wore a barely there bikini top and cutoffs that were more cut off then denim, tight enough that anyone trying to pick a pocket would be wearing them with her. Hugging was mandatory. “And who did we bring? Lemme guess… Nikita, and… Nikka.” She said pointing at each. “And the man that stole you from my brother?”

“How’s it going?” Nikita asked, her voice sounding cartoonish from the helium.

Nikka waved brightly at Cyd. "Way better now! This place is awesome!" Nikka gushed.

Bishop chuckled. "We drove a long way, it's good to chill and yes, the rave is looking like something else."

Cyd put her hands on top of her back pockets and looked around with a hint of pride, nodding. “Thanks. Candyman is a big draw, he comes up with things that will make you feel like you’re watching the music. Oh, speaking of, It’s Olin’s first night DJ’ing, so I promised I’d stay close.. Nikka, Nikita, you want to come up front, help hype the crowd?”

"Yes!" Nikka said way too fast.

"Oh wait before you do … consider this your first PLUR." Mathias said and passed Nikka and Nikita a Kandi bangle that was black and red with a white skull on it. He said he would look out and he kept true to his word. "Are we playing clean tonight?" He asked, giving the eldest a side glance.

“I’m over 18,” Nikita reminded.

“You’re just 18,” Nike reminded back.

“But still 18. What’s PLUR?” Nikita asked Mathias.

“Peace, Love, Unity, Respect,” Cyd and Nike said in unison, answering for Mathias.

“Sign me up for semi not clean, please!” Nikita told Mathias, happily sliding the bangle over her wrist as she snapped another bubble from her gum.

“You only use from Mathias,” Nike reminded.

Nikka bounced up and down giving Nike huge puppy eyes.

"Not that it's my place but … if you do say yes we should make sure no shrimp are being served." Bishop coughed.

“Nothing harder than weed,” Nike told Nikka. Bishop was right.

Nikka was about to protest and stopped. "Fiiiiinnnneee." She said with a deep sigh.

Mathias passed a baggie with a red wafer and a smiling devil stamped on it. "Wait for the music to start and enjoy." He said to Nikita. "And don’t go smoking random joints. You don't know if they are laced or not Rainbow Bright." He said, passing Nikka a red-wrapper joint. "What about you two?" He asked turning to Bishop and Nike.

Nike grinned and looked at Bishop. “Go on and fly,” she told him. “I’ll stay grounded for you.”

"You just want to drive my car." Bishop smirked. It wasn't a no but it wouldn't be half as fun without her soaring with him.

“Nikita’s been a wheel hog,” Nike laughed. “Seriously, go on, cut loose. At least you don’t have to worry about what you’re dropping. His stuff is the best, really.”

"So long you're there to catch me when I fall back down." Bishop smiled.

“No where I’d rather be,” She said, grinning back.

"Welcome to the adults table." Mathias said, tossing a little baggie with a couple of pills in them.