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Dancing Queens

Enough time had passed since Felicity and Nika's last date. This time, she was hoping on nothing villainous happening when she dragged Nika out of the office for a night of dancing.

Maybe dancing will provide all of the action that we need tonight and no villains will surprise us.

Yeah. Right.

She shook her head and smoothed down the skirt of her obnoxiously sparkly dress. She couldn't help it, though. The cat in Felicity Thompson liked a little sparkle. She reached up and adjusted an earring.

Tucking her clutch - filled with some requisite weaponry - under her arm, Felicity strode out of her lab and towards Nika's office. She didn't bother knocking on the door, though. What would Nika be doing in there anyway? Working? Napping? Nothing else.

She slunk into the room and posed in the doorway, a smile curving her lacquered lips upwards. "Well, well. Looks like someone needs a break."

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"I'm patient. Knowing when to pounce is half the fun," she said as she stepped out into the hallway. She gently nudged Nika with her shoulder. "You should smile more often, by the way. Lights up the whole place," she winked.

"You tell me. I mean, you're the boss woman. Me, I'm fine with people knowing that we're seeing each other in a not-entirely-professional way. But if that makes you nervous, then I can keep the you-and-I stuff out of the work place." She was nothing if not a mostly consummate professional.

Nika chuckled softly. "You mean smile and mean it? I've got the polite business smile down pat. Most of the time, I don't mean it."

She waited for Felicity to lead the way to the car before she would fall into step beside her. "I don't kn-ugh. I'm not sure. Mother can't really say a thing because she married her field team leader, but I'm not sure what the right steps are. Outside of having Lisa handle your reviews and non-field issues. Because I'd be biased." Nika's elder sister had had an odd knowing sort of look on her face when Nika told her about. It gave the Symkarian the heebie jeebies how calm and rational Lisa had been about it. Encouraging even.

"Well, that's work. You should see me when I'm at some corporate launch party, dressed to the nines, but there only because I want to sneak up into headquarters and steal information. I'm as charming as a millionaire playgirl - pretty, ditzy, flirty. All an act."

Once outside, Nika would notice a black Town Car waiting for them, the driver standing by the rear door. An insignia on the door proclaimed the car to be one of Happy's Hackneys. Owned by a Happy Hogan, it was one of the city's finest private town car services.

Felicity slid inside gracefully. "Well, Lisa handling all of that does make sense." She frowned lightly. "Look, if us being a thing is going to be a professional issue, though, there are two ways we can play this. I could leave the Wild Pack," which would leave Nika without a tech person again, "or we could...not pursue this any further." There was no sarcasm in Felicity's voice, no taunting. She was being straightforward and honest. "All of that is up to you, Nika. I'm fine playing it however you want to."

Nika shook her head in amusement. "And I had to convince Gina she could join the Wild Pack when I already have you on the team. What's one more working on the darker side of gray?"

She got in after Felicity and settled down. Only to have her smile disappear into a soft frown. "Just like... no. It's not a problem. I'll deal with any problems when they arise. Right now, we're going out. And I like that."

"Who's Gina?" Felicity asked, quirking up an eyebrow. This was certainly a new name. Lisa, she knew. Quinn, she knew. Gina, she did not know. "Not competition, I hope."

"A possible new recruit. She helped me out when the embassy car got crushed and I was attacked by the criminal distraction team." Well, technically, Nika attacked him. She had been pretty annoyed at the destruction of the car.

Nika glanced over with a slight smirk. "She won't be a threat to your tech whiz job."

"Cute. We both know that's not what I meant," Felicity grinned. "But it's okay. No matter what, I'm sure she's not quite as spectacular as I am."

"She has some spectacular qualities." And some very deficient ones, too. Nika hoped this woman could follow simple orders without getting distracted.

"However, none of the qualities excite anything romantic or lustful in me. She is very not my type. I have a feeling I'm too small, squishy, and female to be anything of interest outside of her boss for her." She reached over and settled her hand on top of one of Felicity's.

"Well, we need all of the people we can get on our team." There was no telling when one of them would skip out, get thrown in some super-powered prison facility, or anything else.

Life was full of surprises. Felicity had learned that the hard, unpleasant way.

She let Nika take her hand and smiled at her date. "Hey, I believe that boss. But still. Let's hope she's a team player."

"The siren song of doing what we do for free is apparently stronger than anticipated. Can't some of these heroes need student loans or something to pay off?" Her mother did not seem to have problems recruiting heroes. Then again, Spider-Man had usually been broke when he first ran into Nika's mother.

"That... might make a few training sessions. I get the feeling she usually did things solo. Though I'm afraid to pair her up for outside security at the high society wedding we're providing security for." Nika had picked up that Gina had a thing for big, green men. She sighed.

"But enough about business. You're supposed to be rescuing me from that sort of thing."

"You know how it is," Felicity said. "Office romances lead to whispering sweet somethings about work," she winked. Felicity herself was fairly certain that if her dad had been also been a costume, all he and Felicia would have talked about would have been work.

Might have been a step up from them humping like rabbits all over the place, though.

She leaned back in the seat and grinned. "Okay, no business. What's on your mind, boss?"

"Longing stares under flickering florescent lights at the gun range. Though that might be more our office than a cubicle farm." Nika had paid no attention to stories about her parents getting together. Though she had a feeling she would hear about it as an example once her mother heard about this relationship with Felicity.

Nika drummed her free hand on her thigh. "Hmm. Since we're going on a date, stop calling me 'boss.'"

"Aww, really? I thought it was kind of sexy kinky. But okay, done." She grinned at Nika. "So, when's the last time you went out dancing? I mean, you know, when you weren't on a case?" Because Felicity really hoped that Nika wasn't going to bust out with the Macarena, the dance from the Ketchup song, or something else that was hideously antiquated.

Although, okay, it would be cute if she did.

"I want to be on a date with an equal. You can call me that at work or in the bedroom." The last part was said with a sly grin. It was only the second date; she had one more date before figuring out the dynamics of the two in a lot more intimate setting.

"Mm. A year or two ago. With my niece or nephew or maybe both. It's been awhile." Nika did not know how to Macarena or the Ketchup song dance. Though she could do a mean Cha Cha Slide.

"In the bedroom? Is that a promise?" She did that short little wiggle with her eyebrows again. "If you only knew the kinds of kinky mental images that brings up, lady. Especially with you in that top. Mrawr."

She nodded as the car pulled up to the club. "Good, then this will be fun for you. I hear of girls who do this on a regular basis and get kind of bored with it." She slid out of the car and held her hand out to Nika. "We're on the list, so there should be no issue getting in." Not that there would have been regardless, the way these two looked, but as adventurous as Felicity was, for some things she liked a little planning and protection.

"Hmm. Yes. It is a promise." She grinned at the eyebrow wiggling and mention of kinky mental images. There was a mutual physical attraction to each other. Despite the concerns she stifled, Nika would have to admit that. Taking charge just a little would make her more comfortable in all regards.

"I wouldn't have time to do this regularly. Or the inclination without the right company." She took the offered hand and got out of the car. She may have climbed out and straightened to a stand a little closer to Felicity than was possibly needed. The distance may have been wanted, however.

"Hmm."

"Oh baby," Felicity purred. She was all flirty and coy, it was true, but she liked to be dominated a little bit too. She was all but certain that Nika was capable of that.

"Well, no, you do have a lot on your plate. Which is why I figured you needed this night out." She squeezed Nika's hand warmly and sidled up to her just enough. "Relax. I promise I won't bite you tonight."

"Well, this is with the right company," Nika commented as she glanced over the sparkly dress. And how the dress hung to Felicity's curves.

She looked back up to Felicity's blue eyes. Which oddly reminded her she hadn't given her date a proper greeting. So, Nika leaned in for a quick kiss. "Not even a nibble, huh?"

Well, Felicity was a fan of showing off her best asset - which, between her body and her brains was totally the whole package that was Felicity Thompson.

She grinned up at the bouncer - an impossibly beautiful, well-built man who looked more like a Greek demigod than he did a bouncer. But his looks belied his strength and power. That was how Venus did things, of course. Power through beauty and all that.

She nodded at him and they let the two women into the club.

The inside of Anthemusa was rich, luxurious, and utterly modern. It seemed bright inside, warm and cozy, not at all like most nightclubs. Despite the crowd, one wouldn't feel crushed or lost within it. Venus' wards over the place were strong indeed.

Felicity grinned and went straight for the bar. "I'll have a Bijou," she said. "And my friend will have...?" she turned to Nika, questioningly.

Nika went a little quiet when they went in. By habit, she glanced around to assess the security on premesis and how noticeable it was, tactical vantage points, and other points of personal safety. She might have missed the forest for the trees, but she felt safe with what knowledge she gleaned. She assumed it was just the surface, but that would be enough.

Nika blinked at Felicity and then at the bartender. "In America. Right. I'll have a Cinderella." Which sounded slightly more classy than a Brown Pelican or a Flying Fairbrother.

"Glass slipper complex or glass dildo fetishist?" The question was out of Felicity's mouth before she could stop herself. She chuckled lightly, and a little self-deprecatingly - before asking the bartender to also get them a fresh bowl of chili lime popcorn. "Feel free to ignore that question, by the way."

"..." Nika's mouth hung open for a moment. The first part was expected. The latter caught her by surprise. She snapped her mouth shut and blinked several times. She rubbed one of her temples.

"Non-alcoholic drink. I'm under the American legal drinking age." Though she could and has gotten sloshed at home. "I like to keep appearances of following rules so it can be easier to skirt others."

Felicity couldn't help herself. She laughed. "I'm sorry. That was...well. Sometimes, words just slip right by the filter." She blinked a few times then. "Wait, wait. How old are you, bo - er - Nika?" Please not hideously underage. I'm the Black Cat, not the Black Cougar!

"You'd think I'd know better with missions and things, but apparently, you can still catch me off-guard."

Nika couldn't help the snicker that came from Felicity being gobsmacked. It happened so rarely that it was kind of amusing and cute at the same time.

"I'm nearly twenty. How old did you think I was?" She tried to ignore the sinking feeling she could be dismissed for being too young again.

"It's good to know that I still have a few surprises in my cleavage." Why lie? They both knew that her sleeves were not where Felicity hid things. "Honestly, I hadn't given it much thought," she said, playing off being gob-smacked quite coolly. Granted, in the interim, there had been a rather healthy gulp of alcoholic courage. "I just assume everyone's over legal drinking age because I am." She leaned over and kissed Nika on the cheek. "Doesn't change a damn thing, though."

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