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Nothing could ruin this night for Nikka. She was in such an unusually blissful mood tonight, she was certain not a single thing could possibly bother her right now. When the daughter of Urania was happily looking up at the stars, she became an actual space cadet. She could name every constellation, every planet, type of star, anything. It was like a completely new side came out of the raging rockstar when she sat beneath her domain. The normally bitch of a demigod wasn’t even startled when a girl came up from behind her to compliment on her music.

Turning around to smile to the girl and her compliment, Nikka began idly strumming chords to Lyin’ Eyes by the Eagles, one of her all time favorite classic rock bands. She always seemed to play her best when her warm ups were some of her father’s favorite songs. “Thanks girl.” Nikka focused in closer on the figure standing before her. Of course she would recognize the only other girl in camp with a wild color hair like hers. She respected the unique color. Although the demigods didn’t seem to know much of each other, Nikka welcomed her. “No, not at all.” Under normal circumstances, Nikka would actually love to hear compliments of her music. But what she usually wouldn’t do was invite the fan to stay.

The red-head patted the ground next to her. “Pop a squat and crack a cold one with me. You can suggest some songs for me to play.” She grabbed one of her beers and offered it to Celeste. Looking back up at the sky, Nikka matched Celeste’s airy filled voice. “It’s too beautiful of a night not to be out here.” Nikka wouldn’t be surprised if Celeste was heasitant, as this wasn’t the girl’s normal behavior. Maybe the other girl had just gotten lucky and caught Nikka at the right time.

Rapidly covering her face with makeup, Nikka's thoughts were frantic. How had Flynn gone out without her? The girl had knocked on her friend's door to ask if they were going out to a party tonight, but Flynn had not answered. She only found out where Flynn was by asking someone else where the demigod had gone off to. Nikka had nothing better to do for the night, so she thought she'd head in that direction. She was only rushing because she knew how fast Flynn could down enough alcohol to get shitfaced.

In her regular all-black attire, Nikka sped out of the barracks and headed towards Temple Hill. Trudging up the steep hill, Nikka was soon breathless when she reached the top. Pausing for a moment to observe the night sky, the daughter of Urania stood in awe. When her gaze shifted back to the direction in which she was traveling, her impeccable night vision spotted a nude white body approaching the top of the hill. She knew it all too well. Calling out to the girl, Nikka chuckled halfway disappointed because she wasn't in on it as well, and shook her head. "Flynn, what the fuck did you get yourself into this time?" You never knew what your were gonna get with Flynn, but you always knew it would be a good time.

Flynn McAlister

Because it was Cold as Ice (Foreigner) to begin with.

What else did you do outside?

A guitar, a notebook, a pencil, and a six pack. Of beer, obviously. These were just a few of Nikka's favorite things in this life. No, they were necessities in the daughter of Urania's life. Along with the clear night sky. The teen sauntered through the Field of Mars to find a spot right in the middle of it within the tall grass. Most people wouldn't be able to see in this kind of darkness, but being the daughter of the astrology muse had it's perks. She knew exactly what was around her in the darkness, although the night was still lit up by the stars above. These kinds of nights were Nikka's favorite. These kinds of nights were the kind where Nikka was inspired. Here, she could be close to both her father and her mother, and it brought the chaotic girl peace.

Nikka slung her black acoustic guitar from her back and into the grass, dropped her cold brews, and flopped down cross-legged. Sighing in contentment, she cracked the cap off her first bottle and took a big swig. Nothing better to get her in the mood. The girl slid her guitar into her lap and began to strum her favorite warm up song: Smoke on the Water. She played the simple opening riff on every possible set of frets until warmth came to her fingers. It was the first song her father ever taught her to play. Smiling up at the sky, she continued to play it just a bit longer.