AN: This is my first story on this site, so I'd REALLY appreciate reviews. I'd also like to warn you all now that my muse, Sebastian, has developed into his own separate personality and likes to fight with me and write fluff fluff fluff. That said, this story was written by him because it is FLUFF. Except the first two angsty little paragraphs. Them was me. I was in a bad mood when we wrote this. But since this is really Sebby's fic, on with the Muse's Note!

MN: Hi everyone! I've been begging AJ to let me write this little scenerio for a long time and she finally let me so YAY! As of right now this is just a little fluffy one shot, but I could make it into a big fluffy story if you guys want. Let me know. Sometimes I just like writing stories with no one getting killed or beat up or shot at or fighting or any of that crapola that AJ just LOVES to write. Please review and let me know if you want me to continue.

A bad week. No, a horrible week. Yes, that was the way to describe it. Nikki had had a horrible week. Monday she had managed to tear a hole in her favorite pair of jeans; Tuesday she'd gotten caught in the rain; Wednesday she'd gotten yelled at by her supervisor at work; Thursday she discovered she was allergic to her new laundry soap and she was still itching; Friday her car had gotten a flat, effectively canceling her dinner plans with the hottie from work; and today, today was the icing on the cake.

She stared down at the paperwork laid on her desk and re-read the subpoena for what had to be the fifteenth time. She was being called as a witness on the behalf of her ex-boyfriend. The one she had a protective order against. The one that spent two years in jail after very publically threatening her. The one that was the reason she had moved from the ranch into the city and changed jobs. Now not only would she have to take off work, but she'd have to actually see the bastard.

She shoved back from the desk with a sigh and wandered into her bedroom. She flipped through her closet, rolling her eyes at the selection of jeans. She glanced at the chair where she'd tossed the ripped pair and sighed yet again. She'd done that a lot this week. She pulled out a different pair at random and threw them on her unmade bed. They were quickly followed by what she called her "comfort shirt". The shirt had been her older brother's and was soft and comfortable. The Ford emblem on the front was faded out, but still discernable. She stripped out of her work clothes as she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, making the water slightly hotter then entirely comfortable.

The shower eased some of her physical tension but did very little to relax her troubled mind. She took her time getting dressed, not in any particular hurry to get to the bar where she knew her friends were planning a "surprise" birthday party for her. When she couldn't figure out anything else she could do to procrastinate she slid her ID and credit card in her back pocket and took her keyes off their hook by the door. Even taking the longest possible route, it only took her 20 minutes to get there, but by the looks of the parking lot, the place was already fairly crowded. As she walked to the door, she shoved her car keys deep into her pocket where they wouldn't fall out or get in the way if she decided she felt like dancing. Doubtful.

Once inside, she hadn't even made it to the bar when a pair of arms, clad in yellow, wrapped around her from behind. "Hey, Princess."

Nikki felt herself immediately relax against her best friend. "Hey, Cowboy. So exactly how big is the cake?"

"You weren't supposed to know! Who squealed?"

Nikki laughed for the first time in days as he stepped around to face her, his hands on his hips. He was trying his best to glare, but she could see the smile in his eyes. "You just did."

She grinned up at him. "But I already knew. Let's see, tomorrow is my birthday. You called me five times this week to make sure I was coming up here tonight. And you swore revenge on me for throwing your party a few months ago."

The bartender had anticipated there order and set two drinks on the counter. They each picked up one and clinked their glasses together. "Happy Birthday, Princess."