undergrounds | she's a vamp, but she still kills the dance

Dance In The Dark
(February 13th)

Lately, there's been a rise in parties at hidden venues. Secret locations around London that you can only get to if you know the right people. Getting there is difficult, but once you're there, it's sure to be a night you'll never forget- if you remember it in the first place.

Tonight's party is held in an abandoned tube station. Climbing down what feel like thousands of steps you step off through a dark tunnel, the old stone walls slick with condensation. After following the winding walkway, you emerge in a cavernous room, with alcoves filled with pillows, the entire place is lit by candle light. Music blares through speakers as a DJ plays all sorts of dance and techno rave music. Alcohol is plentiful, in multi-color cocktails, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and magic.

But behind all of that is a new nest of five vampires, watching, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. At the signal, the lights will be doused, the doors shut, and what will later be called the Valentine's Eve Massacre will begin.

If you're lucky, there are some ways out. Back tunnels, sewers, ways to escape. You could always fight, too- the vampires are young and inexperienced. Either way, it's up to you to save yourself: there's no mobile phone reception down here.

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[Kyle's less surprised by her occupation and more surprised when she feels the need to clarify that the healing and her hands on his chest right now isn't part of her job. Although, if he's being honest, it does decrease the awkward intimacy a little. She's used to touching and he's used to being touched. Easy.]

You mean you don't rub warming gel on all your patients? Customers. Clients? [He shrugs helplessly, his joke failing in his efforts to find the right word. Being Kyle, he continues in an effort to recover.] What kind of sex work you do? Cam, escort, prostitution?

[He was around it in South Africa. Some of the guys - and one of the girls - occasionally found company for money. It wasn't a common thing, but it happened. He was never the type. There was something insincere about it that turned him off from trying. Right now, he's caught between worrying Nancy's in a desperate situation he needs to help her with and worrying that he's judging a choice she willingly made and he needs to play it cool.]

Clients, [she confirms.] And if I do, it costs extra. [but she's smiling because oh wow, that's a load off her shoulders that she hadn't known had been there. What's more interesting is he asks for clarification. Though, she supposes, mayhaps he's naturally curious and may as well ask.]

Prostitution. [Nancy would say it was her choice, but the only reason she'd continued was because she'd been forced into it in the first place. It wasn't a conversations he was eager to have, either ways. So she appreciates he's playing it cool.]

Glad you're not working then. Pretty sure I couldn't afford you. [He hazards, not sure if it's a joke too close to the heart of things or if she has a sense of humor and can joke about it. Kyle has no idea how things like this work and has always defaulted to a sense of humor when uncertain or awkward.

He glances down to her hands on his chest, noticing that she's almost done. His mind is both over- and under-sexualizing her actions now, simultaneously, mostly just serving to confuse him.] Do you like it? I could- If you don't, I could help you find something else. If you do, then.. carry on.

[she laughs, thankful that Kyle's got a sense of humor. It's already helped to steady her hands over the course of the last few minutes.] I wouldn't be so sure. [She's not that expensive, truthfully. Not like some of the escorts.]

I don't mind it, no. It's a job, like any other. [she shrugs it off.] it's just one that you get paid to have orgasms during, if all goes well. If anything, it's exhausting. But thank you. [Mostly that his offer to help came with the option to ignore it.]

[He has no intention of following up or asking how much she costs. His curiosity doesn't quite extend that far. Instead, he looks up at the ceiling, trying not to focus on the fact that she's talking about orgasms while her fingers still curve along his body. Change of subject.]

You almost done? [Not that he minds if she isn't.] I hate to think I'm responsible for you drinking cold tea.

Almost, [she says, pausing just to get a bit more salve.] You can tell it's already working. [she dances her fingers across a scrape she'd already worked at, where there was no longer any trace of scab.]

Listen to you- any tea is decent tea.

No. Iced tea is great. It should be iced. Hot tea isn't bad, but it should be hot. Lukewarm tea is worse than flat Coke. Some things should not be ingested at room temperature. Come to think of it, most drinks should not be ingested at room temperature. Except maybe water.

[Kyle glances down, his fingers tracing over where he remembers a scratch to be, feeling no sign of it now. It's amazing and feels like something out of a movie, hard to actually believe.] How much do I owe you for the healing? If not the service, at least the cost of the product.

[Nancy ducks her head and laughs.] Alright, I think you're right with that. God- flat warm coke is the worst. [of all the things to bond over. Still, she raises the cup to her lips and takes a sip.]

Still hot. [She smiles across the top of her mug like it's some great secret.]

Nothing- it's free. I volunteered, I'm not going to charge

Right? Terrible. [Kyle gives her a wide smile as he grabs his shirt again, slipping it back over his head and tugging it down into place. Then he picks up his tea, taking a large sip in the hopes that hot doesn't mean mouth burning. Thankfully, it's not bad.]

Not bad. [He admits, though he's immediately shaking his head.] Nope. Can't allow it. I have to at least take you out to dinner.

Oh lord. [He was going to do this, he was going to make her let him take her out for dinner. She could tell right now that the two of them would go on for a few hours at least before eventually she gave in. So she may as well skip to the chase.]

Alright. Fine. You can take me out to dinner. [She didn't need anything more.]

Good answer. [He flashes a cocky grin before setting his tea down on the table. Kyle pulls his mobile from his pocket, pulling up a new contact, and offers the phone to her.] Here. It'll be a lot easier if I can call instead of hanging outside your door with a boombox to embarrass you in front of all your neighbors.

[She takes the phone from him and carefully puts in her number, before handing it back to him.]

I'm almost afraid of what song you'd pick. And half-tempted to see if you'll actually do it.

Oh I would. [He replies before laughing. Kyle saves her number and shoots her a quick text with his name so she can save his info too.] There.

[He takes another sip of his tea, then shakes his head. Not really for him.] Listen, I hate to heal and run, but I'm kind of exhausted. Do you mind? I want to know how you're doing tomorrow though, and I'll call you about dinner.

Perfect. [She can hear her phone go off in her bag.]

No, it's late. You're within your right, and I'm exhausted, too. Will you be able to make it back alright? [That was more important than dinner. Which, oddly, she was looking forward to.]

Thanks. I'll be fine. If I have trouble walking, I'll hail a cab or taxi. Whatever they're called here. [He shrugs lightly, standing from the couch and sliding his phone into his pocket. With his military training and what not, he trusts London to be the kind of danger he can handle. Anything beyond what he can handle is unlikely.]

Thanks again. You're my hero. [Kyle flashes another smile, turning to let himself out.] Have a good night, Nancy.

Don't call me that,
[but she says it good naturedly, returning his smile as she walks him towards the door.]

Any time. Take care, and text when you're home, alright, Kyle?

[Kyle turns around at the door, leaning forward to give Nancy a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he nods, smiles, and slips out the doorway back into the night. He waits until he's half a block away before he drops the smile from his face and focuses on getting home. At which point he will eventually text Nancy a simple 'goodnight! :)']

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