She couldn’t remember. She simply couldn’t remember.

When was the last time she had taken the streets as Nyasa Freeman? Surely it couldn’t have been that long ago, could it? She had taken her roommate’s oversized dog to the vet, gone grocery shopping, done boring, mundane human things as Nyasa, things that she couldn’t have done in her powered form, but why did it feel as though she never spent time out of her uniform doing the things she wanted to do?

It was a simple answer. She simply didn’t.

Everything she had done had been for business, either her dealing or for the Negaverse. She had been playing the double role of responsible adult and a Negaverse captain that she simply didn’t really have the time or energy to do what she wanted. What Nyasa wanted.

And what did Nyasa want?

She wanted to have fun. And fun she would have. She left a note for whenever her roommate got home, even when she suspected he would be much too drunk to read it or even find it, and truly she didn’t care. He’d likely hold a sexy rave party for himself when he noticed that she was out of the house, so what did she care? She didn’t, and she refused. Tonight, all she wanted to do was take to the raunchiest night club and enjoy herself, before Father Time caught up with her, before the Negaverse gave her, yet, another order to follow. Tonight, it all about her. Nyasa. And how much liquor her stomach could handle before it came chugging back up.

She knew she ran the risk of over indulging, but she simply didn’t care. She wanted to let her air down, she wanted to go crazy, go nuts. There was this thing called ‘twerking’ that she had heard about, and with enough alcohol and enough encouragement, maybe she would be willing to learn how to twerk.

Or not. She watched another girl do this dance, flapping her butt cheeks against another man’s thighs and immediately realized that she simply didn’t have the body, or the patience for it. Not to mention she looked downright silly, and as carefree as she had told herself she had become, she wasn’t quite willing to go to that length. Perhaps she could take note and give her roommate a tease, had she thought him capable of restraining himself from sticking his pet snake into the nest, so to speak. That would be a prank she’d have to throw into the ‘not in a million years’ list.

Barring this ridiculous dance move called ‘twerk’, Nyasa was determined to enjoy herself fully this evening, and she had no intention of letting a single moment go to waste. Tonight, it was Nyasa night, and this next song? It was hers!


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