Nichole downs the rest if the champagne in the glass while Serenity was up, getting her phone. She loved hanging out with Serenity. She always indulged her. Nichole looks over the dress with a scrutinizing eye and then nods. "I like it. It looks classy. You'll be prettier that anybody else there, you might as well rub it in their faces that you have more class than them as well." She smiles.

"Yay shopping spree!" Nichole cheers with a giggle, looking out the window at the clouds that they're passing. "Are you excited for the Goldies? Do you have a date?" She asks as she runs her finger around the lid of the glass.

When the pilot announces that they'll land soon, she lets out a sigh of relief. Not that she didn't enjoy being on a private jet, but all the turbulence was making her stomach really queasy and upset. "That Kai guy that only wants to talk about vaginas? Yeah, he's pretty fucking creepy. He needs to grow up, that's all." She suddenly wishes that she had a cigarette. Gossiping was always better with a cigarette. "Aw, no more love for Serenity? What's up? Why not?"

"Ugh, I wouldn't be surprised if his penis is actually just the AIDS virus in the physical form," Nichole says back with a shiver. Almost as slutty as that Emerald chick." Nichole smirks and then suddenly remembers that Emerald is dead. "Ooh... too soon..." She laughs and wave her hand at the idea of cigarettes being mad for her. She knew that she was going to smoke at least three packs the moment she wasn't pregnant anymore. She missed them too much. She waits for Serenity to get back before she continues on with her final thought. "You know, maybe you should stop dating the Hollywood types. Go out with a writer or something. That's kind of hip now, right? Dating not-so-famous guys?"

Nichole gives a small smile when Serenity says that she doesn't know who Emerald is, making her feel a bit better about her off-color joke. "She's some singer, I guess. Singer, but in the loosest sense of the word. I only know about her because Erica's cousin was fucking Emerald's girlfriend, and then Emerald went all crazy and killed herself because of it, in front of both her girlfriend and Erica's cousin. It was... yeah, it was a dark time," Nichole gives another little laugh and then a shrug. "I know that this is a weird way of looking at it, but maybe it'd be okay if the guy you date is famous because of you. It'd be like Britney Spears and Kevin Federline, but classier and with a lot less meth. Kevin Federline was only famous because of Britney Spears, and when Britney Spears stopped giving a shit about him, so did everybody else. You'd have the power in the relationship... just like she did!" She smiles, like that was the most brilliant plan in the world. When the plane lands, she lets out a relaxed sigh and then unbuckles, going to get her carry on bag from the front of the cabin.