undergrounds | 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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Sad is one word for it, [ he replies, drily. can you tell how absolutely unaffected by all this he is, Nancy? what's it to him? ]

[She can.]

But you don't want to talk about Stiles, so we won't.

[ with the uncomfortable suspicion that she's onto him, even if he's not sure what there is to be onto, Derek pushes ahead. or at least, that was his intent. instead, his face creases in consternation. ]

Do you?

[Nancy just shrugs it off.]

doesn't matter to me. I just want you to both know that I'm neutral in this. I'm going to be a friend to both of you, and I will not pick sides. So don't ask me to. [She would totally defend both of them to the other, too, if need-be.]

But that's really all I wanted to say about it.

[ friend. it's the second time she's said it, and it's still weird, weird enough that for a moment Derek gawks at her like she's grown a second head. the head might possibly look like Stiles. ]

...Alright. [ his voice is gentler now, largely out of confusion, but he's not arguing. ]

[Nancy waits a beat for Derek to add something on before she realizes that, no, he has nothing else to say on the subject.]

That really alright? 'cause I'm more than happy to start talking about something else, like what brings you to this bar.

[ Nancy, stop asking difficult questions. Derek huffs again, but nods. it's fine. ]

There was nothing for me here. [ but then he glances at her, as though rethinking. ] You always work out of here?

Right. [She doesn't fully trust him, but she'll manage. At least, he better manage.]

No- but it's one of my usual spots. Usually I'm down at Cripples', but I need to go easier tonight. [As in: no vampires. Girl had to get her blood level back up.] What's Kenzi told you about me? [She's not offended per-say. She just wants to know who actually knows what she does for a living.]

Uh, [ he begins, intelligently. ] Not much. You're a witch, the same way she is. [ Midnight, he means. ]

She also told me that you were - [ and he makes the air quotes, just for her. ] - "super pretty, and the sweetest, and every girl should have one."

[ he looks at her then, carefully. ] Why?

[Is he careful, or does he just not know? She almost forgets about the second part as he tells her what Kenzi said. Flattered, she ducks her head and takes a drink.]

Just curious how she explained me, is all.

[ her reaction has Derek rolling his eyes, but it’s a good-natured gesture accompanied by a little snort. perhaps that’s enough to say that no, he doesn’t know. there are things about Nancy that have him uncertain, wondering, but Derek feels that way about everything these days. ]

Well, that’s her testimonial.

Well I can verify it's all true.

[She smiles over the top of her glass again.]

So while I've still got time, tell me about yourself, Derek Hale from California.

[ he snorts, and it might be more than a little self-deprecating but Derek is guarded, careful. even with her. ]

Not sure there's much more than that. What else do you want to know?

What was so bad about California that made you come all the way over here to London? Start with that?

[ next question, he almost says. sipping his drink, there's an unmistakeable shift in his face. he stills, hardens. ]

California isn't everything it's cracked up to be.

That's what I've been hearing.

[She sighs, taking another sip of her drink through a straw.]

Yeah?

[ Stiles, he thinks. it has to be. Beacon Hills has been following him around, and so much of it right now is thanks to Stiles. how much has he told Nancy? what does Nancy know that he doesn't? ]

You sound disappointed.

A little.

[She shrugs and glances over at her shoulder to see the man she'd spoken with before looking pointedly at her. Fuck.]

I should get going, but I'm sure you've heard it before. I grew up in London, so my mental image of California is, well, Hollywood.

[ he snorts a laugh, but the humour is thin. looking over her shoulder to follow her line of sight, he spies the guy watching her - waiting? - and his eyes narrow. almost, he catches her wrist. almost, he asks are you alright?. but instead, he nods to her. ]

Well, I come from out in the sticks. I'll see you around, Nancy.

[ but don't think he's not giving that bloke a warning look. ]

You'll have to tell me about the sticks, then, [She says with a smile, trying to ignore the look he gives the man. It's no use, and she gives Derek her own warning look.]

I'll see you soon! Kenzi's got my number, if you want it.

[She gave him a broad smile and finished the last of her drink before turning to walk off with the man. The man who immediately pulled her close and lead her out of the bar. Just another Saturday night.]

do you fly in the day, darling

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