Nancy nods. Now that it was daylight and she was sober (a fact she'd fix as soon as she possibly could) she could think properly. Best thing was to go home and pretend nothing happened, truthfully. Have great makeup sex anyway. Profit.

Besides, the New Moon was only a few days away, so Bill would be a bit more docile.

"I have somewhere I can go." Maybe she'd spend a few hours at Dodger's flat. "You two go to bed, then. I'll get dressed and head out. Then..." Then they wouldn't speak, until she decided to leave him.

If she decided to leave him.

Well. They could pretend it was a departure on better terms now, right?