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1. Guilty Pleasures - night

Kenzi wasn't allowed to eat the dancers. She knew that. Which was why she was pointedly avoiding them. Jean-Claude didn't say anything about clients though...but just to be careful she directed her meal covertly into the restroom. She wasn't sure if it was the mens or womens though...seeing through that haze of hungryneeditbloodwarmeateateateat that was driving her forward on the fumes in her tank. She'd gone what felt like days without drinking - when in reality it was closer to only a day.

Perks of being a newborn. You eat like you've been fasting.

Kenzi was just glad she'd found a guy who swang both ways, otherwise there was no way she could have coerced him this far. Unfortunately for him, he just thought he was getting laid tonight.

Apologies if you were enjoying the relative peace of the restroom...

2. Your favorite drinking hole - night

Why she thought this would work, Kenzi had no idea. She was currently in the alley outside a bar - she didn't know the name - puking her guts out. It was mostly just alcohol at this point, as she had been drinking like she hadn't had one in a month.

Which was mostly true. It was close to a month since she'd been turned.

She was craving a drink. Not blood - well not in the same way - but alcohol. Vodka, whiskey, wine, whatever she could have she wanted and did in the very bar she was bent over next to now.

The taste had been horrible, but she drank it all anyways. Alcohol wasn't supposed to taste good. But it was the feeling she wanted from it.

And it was that very same feeling she was heaving up now.

3. Portobello Road Street Fair - day

Some things never change, though, and Kenzi was in her customary booth on Portobello still working her gypsy fortune teller cliche look and accent - just with a new piece of jewelry to keep her from burning alive in what little sun was shining today.

She looks...slightly more miserable than usual though. Because she can't just stop the witch aspects of her stall, that would ruin everything about this. So being surrounded by her old life and the reminders that she'll never be able to do magic again stings more than she thought it would.

At least she was never actually trying with the tarot cards in the first place?

4. WILDCARD

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Hey, she'll take it. She's never been outside the London area.

"Good or bad?"

"Bad."

But she isn't going to spit it out. Just because it tastes rancid now doesn't mean she can't remember how it's supposed to taste. Which lingers in her mind as something to be afraid of: forgetting what it was like to be human.

"Have you ever like... eaten an onion that was too onion-y? It's that."

She may or may not be exaggerating. But Kenzi kinda lives for exaggeration.

Nancy wrinkled her nose. "Gross- no can't say that I have, but, ew." She made a face to prove her point.

"Is this just a vom thing or a vamp thing?" She was honestly curious as she gently rubs Kenzi's back.

"Both? Can it even be both? I mean. Isn't everything a vamp thing now?"

The talking helps with not throwing up. At least, that's what she's hoping.

"I think it can be both." Yeah, everything is a vamp thing now, unless it's a Kenzi thing. Then it's just a Kenzi thing, and everyone accepts it as the truth.

She knows what will help clear Kenzi's palate, but she can't offer it. She took a toxin before tonight out, anyway. For Kenzi's own good, in case things went South.

"I'd say let's go back inside but if this is how my night's looking...,"

she trails off, never wanting to admit that she's the one calling the night to a close. It's grossly out of character and Kenzi doesn't like it.

Oh no. If Kenzi was considering it a night...

"It's your call," she says. "You're the one not feeling great. I don't care one way or the other." Seriously. She didn't.

"Me no eaty tonight. Let's go."

She grumbles, with a hint of reluctance that speaks to the new monstrous instincts inside her, but still mostly agreeable as she stands up straighter and brushes her hair from her face.

"Wanna watch Golden Girls?"

Poor thing. Nancy nods, and wraps an arm around Kenzi's shoulder. "Do you need to?" She asks cautiously. She didn't want Kenzi feeding from her without supervision. She was still too young, but they could get someone, if need-be.

Honestly, she didn't really like Kenzi feeding off of her at all. It was so strange, stupid strange. She didn't care about people like, say, Cooper, drinking her blood and then hanging out with her. But with Kenzi...

She still felt guilty about the whole thing.

"I always want to watch Golden Girls."

"Thank you for being a friend," she croons off-key with a dazed little grin as she wraps her arm around Nancy's shoulders.

She knows she's making a terrible joke - but it was asking to be done.

"Always," she promises, pulling her closer.

"You're stuck with me."

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