Cali Crew - Who Wants to Go?

“Who all is up for a rave next Friday?” Nike asked, going back into the kitchen and helping herself to a slice.

"Really? Really really? Really really really?" Nikka perked ready to explode.

"I'm down, take a bite out of the nightlife? Hell yeah." Bishop smiled.

Nikita made an iffy gesture, then smiled and nodded. “You know I’m in,” she said happily, gulping down a can of soda.

“Mathias is going to text me the details,” Nike told them. “Ground rules! No one wears tape, no one has sex and no one takes anything harder than weed.”

"I feel like you're making those rules because they are based on personal experiences." Nikka said suspiciously. "What if you wear tape in combination with other 'clothing'?" Nikka asked with air quotes.

“What if you stayed home instead?” Nike replied.

"With alllll these windows to climb out of!" Nikka said innocently. "I feel like I'm getting to know you all over again! Bad girl Nike! Who knew! Omigawd fine … no tape, no cool new brightly colored drugs and no sex. During the rave. After, maybe."

“Use protection,” Nike told her. “Bishop’s car isn’t set up for Car Seats.”

"Please no car seats. Use two to be safe if you have to." Bishop added.

“What’s our stance on tattoos?” Nikita asked.

“People with them, or you getting one?” Nike questioned.

“Both,” Nikita decided.

“People with - fine. You getting one - not at the rave. Bishop’s car isn’t set up for hepatitis, either,” Nike replied.

“What about getting one outside of the rave?” Nikita pressed.

“As soon as Nikka hits 18, we’re getting matching sister tattoos.” Nike promised. “Until then, it’s your skin, Go nuts.”

“Yes!” Nikita said happily.

“Just not at the rave,” Nike reminded.

"Who gets a tattoo at a rave? Is that even a thing?" Bishop asked, genuinely confused.

"Apparently if she's is making a rule for it." Nikka said, ticking her head to her biggest sister. "Wait … did you get a tat at a rave?"

“You’re up for the shower,” Nike said, throwing a pillow at her sister.

"That's a hell of a way to avoid a question." Nikka teased getting up and prancing over to the bathroom. "So is that a yes?" Nikka added poking out her head from the bathroom.

“Go,” Nike repeated, breaking into a smile.

Nikka laughed while closing the bathroom door.