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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Comments

[stauncherhearted]

[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.

[viduation]

[ 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.

[stauncherhearted]

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.

[viduation]

[ 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?

[stauncherhearted]

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

[viduation]

[ 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.

[stauncherhearted]

That's what I've been hearing.

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

[viduation]

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.

[stauncherhearted]

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.

[viduation]

[ 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. ]

[stauncherhearted]

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.]