do you fly in the day, darling

[stauncherhearted]

[A June catch-all! Pick an option and say hello, or start something more specific in the comments. Hit me up on plurk if you want a specific starter!]

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A Just another Saturday night out, Nancy's lips painted blood red and staining the side of her low-ball glass. Her legs are crossed at the ankles, black pumps and fishnets on full display under her short leather skirt. It's a night out, another night working. People around here knew who she was, what she offered. It was easier in supernatural bars, Nancy knew, to find vampires looking for a feeding, or even just a john wanting some company.

She props an elbow up on the bar, and looks down the the way, eyes peeled for any familiar, or unfamiliar, face. She'll just try not to think about how great it would be to be watching Netflix right now instead of work.

B Do you believe in fate, baby, ask me, ask me, the music played in her earbuds as Nancy jogged in place at a cross-walk. Trainers on her feet and hair pulled up in a pony-tail, she was doing her usual exercise routine. Always good to be fast on your feet, she'd learned as a child, and running was a great way to keep that up. Even if she had ways to get away, her feet were still just as important.

Besides, there was something relaxing about running, she'd found. She could shove the world away and concentrate on the music and running and the city. She'd found her way down to the Thames, and was running on the paths near it, past youths with skateboards and graffiti'd walls, business men grabbing a bite to eat right outside the Globe. It was astounding the way the culture and history blended together so seamlessly. She'd never get over that.

The light turned green, and on she ran.

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[stauncherhearted]

"Oh! No, no, sorry. I thought I was saying something that could be interpreted as offensive. So nevermind, then." She offers an apologetic smile, and finishes off her first beer.

"Would you like a second?" She gestured to his as she stood up.

[mensrea]

At first, he thinks she must mean a second helping; he's already scarfed down the first. Then he realizes what she's pointing at and starts, nodding vigorously.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks."

And then he hurriedly drinks the rest of the bottle in a single swallow. He'll regret that.

[stauncherhearted]

Like she could read his mind, she added: "And please, take as much food as you want, Mr. Mac & Cheese." She moves to the fridge and pulls out two new bottles. By the time she's back at the counter, they're both un-capped and she's drinking again.

"Here you are!"

[mensrea]

Sputtering at the all-too-appropriate nickname, Stiles hurriedly shoves another helping on his plate to distract himself. Then sneaks more onto Nancy's plate too; a busy witch could probably use the extra calories, right?

"Thanks." Stiles puts the beer down. Then picks it up. Puts it down. Takes a really hefty draw from it.

[stauncherhearted]

Stiles is the opposite of subtle. But she says nothing.

"Any time. Drink up, because there's plenty more where that came, and when you go home, it's not exactly legal from what I've heard." Not that she wants him to leave. He was a good friend, even if she'd been less-than-helpful when they'd first met.

[mensrea]

"It's not," he agrees with a shrug, "but that doesn't stop anyone."

Teens will be teens, or whatever they say.

"Do you think it makes a difference here? The younger age requirement?"

[stauncherhearted]

"Figured as much. I've seen MTV."

So many red solo cups.

Nancy considers this. "I think it does. 'course, I've been drinking a lot longer than I've been legal to."

[mensrea]

"In that case. Bottoms up."

Here's to life decisions he will surely regret in the morning. The rest of the night passes in a buzz-pleasant blur for him, but he enjoys himself either way. Even if he keeps forgetting to "help" Nancy become a better gamer by the childish need to kick her character's ass every other round. Eventually, it's high time for him to return home, and he does so happy and warm.