undergrounds | walking with strangers (March & April Catch-All)

"Had a bit of a run-in with Norrell during all the Croydon business," Eames accompanies this statement with a nonchalant shrug, because a run-in is no big deal. Of course. "Didn't seem worth the trouble of being recognised."

"A run-in? Eames, would you care to describe your version of a run-in because I have a strange suspicion it means you put him through a wall. And if that's the case, spare no detail." She leans towards him slightly, eager for what she hopes will be a brilliant story.

Because really, what could be better than Eames beating up Norrell? Nothing. That's what.

Well, maybe blackmail photos of Eames and Juliet.

"Oh, I might have if Arthur hadn't intervened." Which was for the best really, but god would he love to murder that man. Eames shakes his head and offers an apologetic frown, "didn't get in much more than a punch, unfortunately."

"Arthur!" she was regretting sending him that picture already. "I'm starting to see why you dislike him, if he ruins a perfectly good opportunity to put Norrell through the wall."

"Still- a punch- to his face, yeah?" Seriously, tell her all the details, Eames!

Eames is oddly reticent to talk about the whole thing, not out of embarassment or anything, but just the thought of Norrell puts him in such a bad mood. And this? He had the little man and let him go-- the second time he'd been talked out of taking drastic measures with Norrell. He won't let there be a third.

"Just the one, sadly." Eames shrugs a shoulder, "thought I could get something useful out of the little toad before I... Dealt with him, but it seems he's useless in just about every possible way."

Nancy sighs heavily. "Can't even hire his own prostitute. I'm shocked he can actually give his own speeches." She takes a long drink.

"He's got to go. I don't know what'll happen if he stays in office." #AnyoneButNorrell2016 "But fuck politics. Want to order takeaway?"

"Love to." Takeaway sounds pretty good right now, but his response is a little absent now some cogs are turning. He'd entertained the idea before, but with his recent noteriety and the deal with Sylvia... It's all a little close.

Nancy, on the other hand, is not as well known a face. Between the two of them, they could surely have a relatively significant effect on the vote, even if they can't vote themselves.

He taps his fingers on the rim of his glass while he thinks about it, plans already forming.

"Good. We're getting pizza." She pulled up her phone again and, after typing a response off to Arthur, was pulling up the menu to the local place. The internet made everything so much easier.

"Because nothing goes better than grease and gin. Preferred toppings?"

"Oh, I'll eat just about anything."

Eames is still distracted, thinking about how to get Norrell off the council. Which boroughs would be easy to influence and suchforth. Without the protection of his Council seat, removing the little man entirely would be a lot easier.

But he'll wait until they have food to broach the topic to Nancy. People are generally more receptive when they're not hungry.

"That's good to know. I'll keep it in mind." They're getting a super cheesey pizza. So much cheese. Because that's literally all she wants right now.

"And it's on it's way." She clicks her phone into locked and slides it into her pocket. "So tell me what's new in the life of Eames?"

"You mean aside from the Lordship and all the petty bureaucracy that comes with it?" Eames reclines against the back of the sofa, pulling an incredibly exaggerated expression as if it's a struggle to think of anything interesting that's ever happened in his life.

"Hm... I tried some new wine the other day. That was good."

"Well that's certainly exciting. Please tell me it was something I can get at Tesco and not a two thousand pound bottle you've had for a millennia." She had no idea how old Eames was, but he struck her as the type to keep some very, very old wines on hand for special occasions.

"Co-op, actually." She's not wrong, he has some old bottles around, but that doesn't mean he has no appreciation for the under £10 stuff. It's not nearly as bad as wine snobs would have you believe. "The store brand reds are actually pretty good."

"Oh brilliant!" because Nancy was always looking for a good, cheap wine. Her taste was hardly refined, and she was far from rich. "That's good to know. But nothing else other than wine? Good lord your life has to be boring."

She'd always assumed it was exciting.

Eames sighs and gestures broadly, "turns out the life of a minor Lord is largely meetings and petty squabbles."

Truth be told, there is more exciting stuff in his life, but Eames highly values privacy in both a professional and personal context, so. Sorry Nancy. No juicy details for you.

"Good things I have no higher political aspirations." She hated being this involved in politics.

Gosh, Eames. You're the worst.

Eames laughs - neither did he, he's not a politician. But needs must, and it seems that a liar and a thief is just as good. He tips his glass toward Nancy, "Oh? No Councillor Nancy in the future?"

Nancy makes a face. "God, no. Don't plan on any of it. Besides, with my life, there's no way I could even pretend I'd get elected." Seriously. No one would vote for a sex-working witch raised by fae and taught to steal.

"i'm literally a PR nightmare."

"At least it'd be at the beginning rather than some sex scandal halfway through your time in Parliament."

Not that he thinks she should do it, Nancy would be an awful politician. But the idea is briefly entertaining at least.

Thanks for your vote of confidence, Eames.

Actually, it's incredibly reassuring that he thinks she'd be a terrible politician. Thanks, Eames.

"True, nothing to mar my legacy. They forget all the stuff at the beginning, anyway."

"Well there you go," Eames raises his eyebrows in amusement, "in the highly unlikely event you decide to jump into politics, it might not be terrible."

"Yeah- like you said: highly unlikely." She bows her head slightly. "Being friends with Abby is way too close as it is."

Eames laughs, "fair enough. We'll table this."

"Thank you." She inclines her head towards him.

"But for now, we can just hope we can get rid of Norrell, and that the rest of London hates him as much as we do."

"I had a thought about that actually," and Eames wags his finger in the most dad-like 'trying to keep your attention because I have something important to say' gesture ever. He's old, he can't help it. "Thought I might wait until food arrived before I brought it up though."

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