Nikko & Serena - Team Teen at the Pier

Nikka was ecstatic skipping her way to the meet up with Serena and her … she wasn’t really sure what the relation to Vas was but he seemed fine in her book. Nike put a lot of trust in the Skyes and they trusting the dark looming shadow that follow serena around like a lost puppy. So she didn’t have a problem with it either. She squealed waving wilding when she saw Serena and Vas.

“You look amazing!” Serena squeaked, admiring Nikka’s outfit. “Edgier this time!” Serena wore a pink and black rain slicker that could have possibly passed for leather at some point, belted at the waist to make a dress, and two black and pink pigtails on either side of her head. “Vas wanted to come too!” She said, nodding to the man with the mohawk and black jacket who didn’t so much look like he was excited to be there at all.

Nikka skipped up giving Vas a wave. “Thanks! I’m trying something new. Color works in the Cali desert but here I felt like I got vomited on by a rainbow. I’m still working it out. Trying to find a happy medium.” She explained. “Thanks for coming, i really wanted to go this this block party and Nike wouldn’t let me out unless there was a Skye that was going to be there. She didn’t say which one though.” She said with a giggle.

“That’s on account of Nike doesn’t know Vas,” Serena said proudly. “He took out not one, not two but three jaggs that were chasin’ me, single handedly an’ two never even saw him coming. He’s the best Hellhound that ever lived.”

“I don't have a clue what a Hellhound is but I'm sure it's amazing and will assure Nike that we'll be just fine at this block party by the pier!” Nikka held an arm out for Serena to link with. This is going to be amazing and really felt nice going with someone her age and not feeling so watch over. It was a nice newfound sense of freedom. Admittedly Vas did have a hawkishness to him but if Serena was cool with him Nikka was cool with him. Plus he didn't seem to hover. “So there are going to be food trucks and a lot of independent artists and DJs. It'll be fun!” She said upbeat.

“Yeah huh!” Serena agreed. “Don’t go on any of the rides on account of this is the sprawl. They’re not real fair rides, it’s more like … they put you in a shipping crate on springs ann you get tossed around inside. It may sound fun, but inside isn’t padded.” She pointed over to a rusted shipping container with “Shake Shack” spray painted on the side. “It’s at every fair.” She said with a nod.

Serena was excited to hang out with Nikka and show her around the sprawl, the do’s and don’t of pier life, and it was the perfect place for an equipment pickup from Magpie. “Do you like cotton candy? I know the best cotton candy vendor!” She offered.

“I feel like you can really trust someone who doesn't like cotton candy.” Nikka laughed. “Who doesn't like cotton candy? There was a machine back in cally that would make beach ballside content candy and turn them into a huge flower. I love it when it's fresh and still warm.” She said with a sigh from the memory.

Vas walked, not far behind the giggling girl, hands in his pocket. He glared at anyone who walked too close. Vas never minded watching over Serena, he got food and the assurance that anyone who got a little too handsy for his liking would walk away with said hand broken off. At the end of the day if Serena was happy he was happy.

“I would love Cotton Candy that looks like a flower!” Serena said. “Oh, I hope I can go to Cali sometime just for that. I hope I hope! I’ll make you a trade, you get us each a cotton candy, an’ I’ll get us each a candy apple, you like coconut or plain?”

“Coconut. Only cuz I haven't had that one before.” Nikka nodded.

Vas cleared his throat. “So which are we hitting first?” Internally he was voting for candy apples.

“Oh! Nikka’s gonna buy us cotton candy, an’ I’m just gonna run over there to the apples,” Serena told him, adding “Be right back!” Before he could protest.

“Wait -” Vas protested as Serena ran off. He went to turn to Nikka but she was already gone. “ - Fucking Dammit!” He groaned shoulders dropping.