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do you fly in the day, darling

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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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for her part, she thought he looked a bit silly. An American Southener, she thought idly, but didn't comment on it. she was fully aware how hypocritical it was going to look.

"and you just took the bait. how are you, Cooper?" she batted her eyelashes slightly as she leaned towards him so that her blouse gapped, playing up the role she claimed for herself.

He's like a fish who knows there's a hook underneath that worm and yet still bites. Cooper glances down, unable to help himself. He's a guy, after all, and he has needs. He takes a swig of his beer as soon as it arrives. "Better than most. Not as good as some. And annoyed with a select few."

he looks and she pretends she doesn't notice. even if that was sort of the point.

"yeah? what've the last kind done? feel like sharing?" she'd played confessional before.

"Oh, the usual. People are being dumb and it gives me a headache." Hence the reason he's drinking his beer a little quicker than necessary. He sighs, a weary sound that encompasses a lifetime of dealing with stupid people. "I've heard rumors. Might be nothing or it might something I find myself gettin' tangled up in. We'll see."

Somewhere, and Nancy wanted to know where, the two of them had become friends. From Cooper nearly running her over with his motorcycle, to dancing and dining, and now... Whatever this was. It was strange, sure, but... Comforting. It was nice to have someone out of her immediate circle to speak with. Someone who got it (read: Wasn't Stiles).

"Well, whatever you do, tangled up or no, I'm always happy to listen." Unless the info would get her killed. Then, she mused with a sip of her whiskey, she'd rather he find someone else to confess to. "Anything you want to talk about now?" She wouldn't push. Men hated that. When they got emotional, it was important. A big deal.

But that didn't mean she didn't care, and wasn't going to show it.

Cooper would never be able to pinpoint the exact moment either. It had something to do with Nancy being both young and yet not at all innocent at the same time. Here was someone both full of life and who understood the score. Most of all, he just liked her. Plus, she was nice on the eyes.

"Nah. This might all be rumors made of stuff 'n nonsense. But if it is something, things are going t'get complicated. There might be a newborn vampire running around. That means one thing: hunters." Cooper had great sympathy for newborn vampires. His early years had been a bloody haze of finding out the limits of his powers and satiating his hunger every night when it struck with a vengeance. He'd had no older vampire to guide, going it alone for almost a hundred years.

and Nancy, meanwhile, was the sort who collected people wherever she went. she was easy to talk to, she'd found. and a mother figure in many young boys' Oedipal complexes. whoops.

"newborn? Fuck." classy language, classy lady. "and hunters on top... Yeah, I'll pass on that one." she glanced at her wrist. "I try to stay out of hunters' way. and Newborns."

"Stay safe while you're out here working. If there is a newborn, he's gonna have no control at all. If he gets ahold of you, you might not have time to blast him with a spell before it's too late." He knew there was no way to keep Nancy fully safe from the dangers of the streets, but he could do his best to keep her up-to-date on what was happening.

He sighed, feeling tired. "I'm gonna have to do something about him before things get outta hand."

His words gave her pause. this wasn't the first time he'd been concerned about her well-being. odd, considering he'd tried to run her over with a motorcycle when they first met. and no. he'd never live that down.

"I've lost a friend to newborns. I don't let them feed off of me." if she could help it. "but I appreciate it." She took another drink before signaling for another.

"and what do you plan to do, Cooper? any avoiding newborn tips for your favorite girl?"

Cooper finishes the last of his beer before he answered her questions. "Well, I've got two options. A: Let him run around town 'till a hunter puts him down for good. Or B: Do something really stupid like track him down myself and bring him back to the nest." There really was only one option for him. He wouldn't rest easy knowing he'd let a new vampire get staked when he could've done something to prevent that from happening.

"It's been so long since I was one, but I remember the blood lust being all-consuming. He's gonna be desperate to the point of almost forgetting how t'act human. He's also not gonna be able t'control his strength, so avoid anywhere you hear weird rumors about someone twisting metal with their bare hands or weird shit like that."

She follows along, nodding. She understood what he had to do immediately. Or, at least, what she would do, if it were her. She shivers. "I will, I promise." She tried to avoid promises, but she was happy to make a few exceptions.

"I'll stick to my usual haunts, then. Thanks."

"Good. I don't need any sleepless hours whiling the day away wonderin' if you're safe." He orders another beer. It's going to be one of those nights. "Speaking of which, want me to take off? Can't be doing your business any good to be sitting here chatting when you could be reeling in another schmuck."

He worried. He really, really worried. That was completely unexpected. Unexpected and heartwarming, and she looks at Cooper with newfound respect in her green eyes. "Wow. Uhm. Thank you." How do you respond to something like that? She honestly had no idea.

Taking a sip of her drink, she shook her head. "No, it's alright. You can stay if you want, but, wow, I really appreciate that." That he was willing to leave. That he was so concerned about her. "And if you need a bite, you only need to ask."

Cooper's loyalty when it came to his friends was without question. It was a fierce devotion, something that was a bright, shining spot amid all of his usual grey morals. He tried to brush off Nancy's thanks, though clearly he was pleased. "Think nothing of it, sweet-pea. Friends gotta keep friends from being eaten."

When she offered him a bite, he shook his head. "No thanks. I, ah, already ate." It was best not to ask just where that source of blood had come from.

She was never getting rid of that nickname. Sigh. "It's like the whole Fish Are Friends, Not Food thing, right, almost?" If he got the Finding Nemo reference, she'd be pretty pleased. "Except when I am."

Speaking of. She nodded, flicking her wrist to dismiss the idea. "Fair enough." She never would. That's rude. "What other news is there then, from your part of all this?"

Nope. Never. Once Cooper nicknamed someone, they were stuck with it for life. He laughed at the Finding Nemo reference, getting it completely. He quoted back to her in a horrendous Australian accent. "'I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine.' That's me. Completely harmless until I smell blood in the air."

Cooper shrugged at her question. "Not much to tell, really. I have a bad habit of gettin' involved in things that are rightly none of my business."

She has to laugh, fully at him. It was strange, even for her, making pop-culture references to vampires. Who then proceeded to get it and quote it back at her. But hey, when you had all the time in the world, what was to stop you from watching every movie known to man?

"That was. The worst Australian accent." She informs him in no uncertain terms. "But I doubt you're really that harmless." It was a complement, oddly enough.

She took another drink of whiskey and shrugged. "I'm taking note of that. So I guess it's safe to say that the next time I'm in trouble, you'll have found out before me?"

"Whatever do you mean? I am innocent like a baby goat." An innocent baby goat who fed on the blood of human beings. He winked at her.

"Probably. I try to have my fingers on the pulse of everything that goes on in this city." Partially it was to keep his nest involved of everything that went on, but mostly it was just due to the fact he was a nosy bastard who liked to know everything that was going on with everyone. "If you ever can't take care of a problem yourself, which I doubt, just give me a call."

She flat-out rolled her eyes at that one. "No, you're a chupacabra." Which, technically, made her the goat. Details.

Nancy didn't comment on the blood pun he may or may not have accidentally made, but instead, focused on his offer. If you ever can't take care of a problem yourself. Which he doubted- she leaned forward to take his hand. "Thank you, Cooper." She met his eyes with her green ones. "I really appreciate that."

If Nancy had ever wondered what a blushing vampire looked like, she was getting a view of it right now. Cooper's pale face went completely scarlet when she took his hand. He hadn't been expecting that and it showed.

He smiled at her, a look full of warmth. "Think nothing of it, sweet-pea."

Oh wow. He looks so sweet, so bright. She's smiling, too, teeth and all, and leans forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He'd done it to her before, so they were even now.

"You're a good friend to have." Hopefully she wouldn't regret it.

His hand comes up to lightly touch the spot where she kissed him, fingers coming away with a smudge of lipstick on them. The blush doesn't decrease at all. What can he say? Pretty girls are his weakness. "I do believe that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." Then he grins impishly. "You should do it more often."

"I haven't known you all that long, y'know," she reminds him. "Maybe I'll say something nicer later. or take it all back, though I'd rather the former." She tilts her head towards him in a gesture of comfort.

"You want me to? Or wouldn't you rather better, more creative compliments?"

"Most likely, I'll say something that'll piss you off 'n make you curse me out something fierce." He shrugs, ever the pragmatic one. It tended to happen a lot when one had a sarcastic mouth like he did.

"I'd prefer to be showered in compliments of a Shakespearean nature. It keeps my ego nice and inflated." Then he laughs at his own joke the way some old men will do.

She liked the way his accent rolled on fierce. Irish accents were always beautiful to her, she that alone brought a smile to her lips, dreamily. But that wouldn't stop her from wrinkling her nose at the suggestion. "Well let's not rule that out then."

Nancy rolled her green eyes. "Yeah? You're a fellow of the strangest mind in the world." She'd really liked Twelfth Night.

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