Rox && Out;; Nicolette , Colbie

[Bianca Putnam]

BEE PUTNAM

Bee walked into the back entrance, the bouncer smiled and nodded letting her in. She didn't even have to flash a ID or anything she was a regular. And people loved her. She had on some all star heel shoes and a black Hollister shirt with some short shorts. She had a hot body why not party with it, eh? She smiled and then walked over to where her usual seat was, he friends should show up soon eventually. She wasn't the only Ipswich, and she wanted to hang out with them tonight. Not her skater friends or her Prep ones, just her Ipswich sisters. She smiled ice blue eyes smothered anyone who looked at her, she didn't mind and nor did her mother but some how she liked the stares and the glassy eyed looks. but sometimes she just wanted to knock out who ever look at her because she was having a bad day or something.. She didn't mind it right now, but this club was hot! She pulled a hair tie out of her back pocket of her shorts and pulled her hair up with out having to use a mirror.

She laughed at her thoughts and then slumped down into the Set the placed herself upon, nothing was better than being the first to arrive and hopefully not the only one to. She pulled out her cell phone and smiled eagerly testing Nic, and Col. 'where are you two? Been here 5 minuets!' She laughed again at herself but this time it was for impatience, she didn't care who thought she was a freak nor did she mind anyone pointing fingers she wasn't someone to get revenge but sometimes its sweet too get --Why am I thinking about this now? She thought impartially. Nic, and Col were never late and the thought that they hated pet names. There are simple Nicolette = Nic and Colbie = Col. She laughed at herself when she made them up..

Shorter than I thought : 337

[Nicolette O'Kieffe]

Lounging around on her bed all day with Haydee curled up on her lap and Casablanca playing on the television set, Nicolette had decided on taking it easy tonight. Her mom was busy at her desk sketching away at some new interior for some client; and Deirdre, her grandmother, was in the kitchen cooking a nice beef stew for her daughter and granddaughter to enjoy later tonight.

The smell of potatoes and carrots traveled throughout the house, making the old Tudor seem even more cozy than usual. The many small rooms with dark-stained rooms was truly and architectural masterpiece and just dark enough for Nicolette's liking. It was the sort of surroundings that allowed you to daydream uninterrupted by the world outside the walls.

"Play it again, Sam."

The voice of Ingrid Bergman echoed throughout her bedroom as Nicolette slid down to the edge of her bed and watched the black and white images with a great deal of concentration. The silver gray cat, feeling neglected, padded along the burgundy quilt and settled on top of her mistress's back. It wasn't necessarily comfortable but the young witch was not going to risk getting clawed when she tried to pick the cat up by the scruff of her neck.

"Haydee, you are truly a pain in the butt sometimes," she giggled, stroking the cat's downy soft stomach, "I don't know why I put up with you."

She never got to see much of the movie after that. The sound of her cell phone ringing from across the bedroom sent Nicolette upright sending her poor kitten scampering across the room and under an armchair in the corner of the room. Grabbing her phone after rummaging through her over-sized hobo bag, Nicolette was able to read the text message from none other than Bianca Putnam, one of the four Sisters of Ipswich and a mutual friend of Colbie and Nicolette.

"Crud, I forgot about the club tonight," Nicolette grumbled looking down at her Carebear pajama pants and the little white tank top that she had lounged around the house in. Her hand instinctively migrated up to her mop of brown hair, ensnaring her fingers in her latest style. Bed head. There was no way she could go looking like this and there was no way she could do both the club and stew. And she had really been looking forward to the dinner too.

Nicolette sent a text message back to Bianca promising to be there in fifteen and sprinted into the bathroom to tend to her hair crisis. After getting her hair under control and finding a suitable outfit--- a pair of low rise jeans and an off the shoulder, teal, blouse--- and jogged down the stairs in her wedge heels.

"Mom, gran! I have to go meet up with Colbie and Bianca. I'll be back later, I promise."

Smiling weakly, she placed a kiss on her grandmother's cheek and one on her mother's taking note of both of their raised eyebrows. Had they not been witches, Nicolette would have though the reproving look was only the result of her skipping out on dinner; however, she knew better and realized her both women knew exactly where she was going.

"Stew will be on the stove for you, dear," Deirdre assured her, before shooing her from the kitchen.

The drive to the Black Widow wasn't long at all but by the time she had bypassed the crowd outside the door and the bouncer, Nicolette was nearly a half hour late. She smiled once her crystalline blue eyes settled on a familiar figure from across the room.

Already people had congregated around the bar and held alcoholic beverages in their manicured fingers. Others had wandered onto the dance floor and gyrated to the music under the heat of colorful track lights overhead. The Black Widow was the trendiest club in Massachusetts, the most exclusive too. Nicolette had only gotten in because of her friendship with Bianca and Colbie who always seemed to be on these circuits. She was more for curling up with a good book or sitting out in the garden than the dark, smoky, environment of the club scene.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry I'm late. I completely forgot... and I seriously dressed and got here in a half hour."

Nicolette pulled out the chair and sat across from her friend, flashing a well-meaning smile. It wasn't like her to be late; as for Colbie that was a different matter.

"So where is Colbie?"