lord we know what we are, but not what we may be [closed to cooper]

[stauncherhearted]

Set a few hours after this thread.

Warnings: likely mentions of child abuse, sexual abuse, prostitution, domestic abuse, and criminal activities.

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There's a bit of grease on Nancy's jeans as she pushes open the door to Cooper's apartment, one arm carrying a large brown bag. She puts her purse down next to the front door immediately as she comes in, calling: "Cooper! I'm home- stopped in at the shops on my way home, thought I'd pick up some more gin, and that whiskey you like." He should be home- he didn't have a Night Council meeting, and since he'd been returned from the Other Realm, he'd been laying low. She didn't blame him.

She's fresh from work, clear from the smell of oil that clings to her skin as she puts the bag of alcohol on the front-hall table. The gin she'd grabbed for herself was the cheap brand she usually drank, while the whiskey, actually paid for, was from a higher shelf. She knew what her boyfriend liked to drink, and she wanted to provide it for him, when needed.

Once she turned to take her shoes off, that's when she noticed it. The tiny pieces of what she assumed had once been a vase, nearly pulverized. The alcohol is immediately forgotten about as she calls out again, a note of worry in her voice: "Cooper? What happened?" She steps further into the apartment. "Did Juliet break a vase?" She can only hope it was that. But this wasn't the first time she'd come home to broken vessels in her entry-way. Far, far from it.

As Cooper was about to learn.

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[emotioneater]

Cooper is sitting at the table, his hands folded in front of him, and there was a few new holes that had been put into the wall. The majority of his temper had been spent, but there was still enough left over that had been stewing for several hours now. Oh, he was going to wring Dodger's neck good and proper after he had a talk with Nancy.

He waits until she's in front of him and his face is serious as the grave. Without so much as a preamble, he starts in. "Who is Bill?" Uh-oh, Nancy. The day she'd been dreading has finally arrived.