undergrounds | waves that swallow quick and deep

"I will!" Of course she wanted a song and dance number, who do you think you were talking to, Eames? But her words, coupled with a stamp of her foot, and Nancy's not sure she's ever been more of a teenager in her life.

But this time, when Eames dismisses it, Nancy's a bit more ready. She takes a moment, breathes, and sits back down, going for her own wine. "I just really like him, is all," she says, as though that excuses her from being a rational human.

Eames sighs heavily, there's quite the handful of things he wants to say-- a couple that make him concerned about this whole 'caring about people' thing he's started doing unintentionally, but none of it would be any use so.

He takes a sip of his wine, "fine." It's not like he's about to tie her in his basement and tell her who she can and can't be with. For starters he doesn't even have a basement. His inability to lie makes it kinda hard to say he's happy for her or anything of the sort though.

No, he wasn't happy at all- practically radiating it. The sensation, Nancy realized, was incredibly odd. Few people seemed like they would really actually care about her dating someone the way Eames did. God knew Fagin wouldn't give much of a damn.

Not that she had any intentions of telling him any time soon. Possibly ever.

"Here," she says, looking for a change of subject. "Help me with the necklace? I want to see what it looks like on."

Oh, good. A change of topic. Eames nods and turns toward Nancy, patting the space on the sofa between them for her to move closer. "Come here, turn your back to me."

"Of course." She moved in so she was next to him and turned. Carefully, she slid her hand behind her neck and piled her sizable red hair on top of her head so he had free access to the well-bitten skin. She was at home, she had no need for glamours.

"I'm inviting you, by the way, to a dinner in a few weeks. A human friend wants me to move in with him, and I'd like him to meet my friends, before it gets to that." So maybe he can let her have them in the apartment. "There'll be plenty to drink."

"A human friend," Eames echoes as he takes the chain and lifts it around her neck, gentle and quick as he does up the clasp and adjusts it ever so to sit central on her chest. "Is he in the know?"

"He is." She drops her hair and turns around, showing off the necklace for him. "I met him when that underground club was attacked." And then he was bitten by a werewolf.

"Which is precisely why I'm having him meet some of my friends. He's not exactly..." She struggles for a word, and finally settles on it: "He's American." And doesn't trust vampires or fae.

"How does it look?"

Amazing, the thing that gets him to wrinkle his nose in distaste is the word 'American.' Not that he has anything in particular against them, there's just something about them that only ever grates on him when he's actually in England himself.

Still. Not a vampire, so it could be a lot worse.

He smiles at when she asks about the necklace though, and brushes a lock of hair forward to frame the pendant. "It's beautiful."

"So he's a lot-less... tolerant," she supposed was a good way to describe it. She's not going to explain she managed to lift his werewolf curse, because that's private. But he's really cute, and looks great without a shirt.

Nancy looks down, then back up again, blushing. She's got a boyfriend, but Eames is still complementing her. Or is he complementing the necklace? She's not sure. "You did really well. I absolutely love them, you know."

"I know." The compliment is for both, of course. Eames has never been one to shy away from telling people that they're goegeous, and the jewellery is beautiful. And suits her better than he'd assumed it would.

But enough about his great taste. ¤So, your friend..." What's the most polite way to ask if someone's a huge asshole? "I take it he doesn't get along so well with the... Magically inclined?"

"I don't know how he feels exactly about fae." She wouldn't call him an asshole. "And he understands what I do for a living. But there's a part of it he isn't too fond of, and the clients that come with it." So, yeah, he hated vampires.

"Last I heard, his girlfriend was a werewolf, so there's that."

Okay he hates vampires, makes him smarter than most humans. Also means something probably happened to him, but that's hardly uncommon.

"So. You're a witch, your housemate is a human. You're seeing a vampire and he's seeing a werewolf." Eames raises his eyebrows, wondering if she can hear how ridiculous this sounds out loud too, "are you aware you're moving into a BBC drama?"

"Well, when you say it out-loud..." she groans, leaning against the back of the couch.

It's only a moment before she has to giggle about the whole situation. "But, truth be told, you have to admit a good portion of my life already looks like a West-End musical." Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking for a girl who loved to take in a rare show.

"It won't be as bad as you think it will. I promise."

"So, not the end of days? That's a relief." There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, just to confirm that at least most of his dramatising the situation isn't serious. It's hardly as if this even close to the ludicrous situations some fae seem to create.

Fae Eames doesn't talk to because he has no time for the drama, but that's neither here nor there.

He tilts his head in a shrug, "of course I'll come."

"No, we're not cracking the seven seals, I promise you that." She had no idea how the hell the apocalypse was going to happen, but hey, she was going to go with that particular theory in the meanwhile.

She gives him a warm smile, and very nearly launches herself at him for a hug. At the last moment she resists, so the result is an odd little sway forward and back.

"Thank you, Eames. You're wonderful, and I'm glad you'll be there. You can even bring Arthur if you can stomach the site of him." She would never, ever understand Eames and Arthur. She wasn't sure if they were friends or enemies or what. But at least they weren't sleeping together.

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He makes a bit of a face at the idea of bringing Arthur, the sort of face someone makes when they bite into a chocolate they don't like. "I'm sure I can find a better plus one."

Not that he has any desire to bring anyone to the mess this is definitely going to be, but Arthur is pretty low on the list of people he'd ask regardless.

"Pity, I'm inviting him regardless." She'd definitely made up her mind about that.

"He's a good friend, and I'd like Kyle not to feel too outnumbered." The idea of Arthur and Cooper clashing isn't even a vague possibility. As far as she's concerned, they can all come out of this as friends and consider it a victory for inter-species harmony.

Or something.

"As long as I don't have to be responsible for him." He manages to make it sound as though Arthur's the one most likely to cause a problem, though he's not exactly a fan of vampires either.

this gets a chuckle out of Nancy. "I think Arthur's a big boy, he can take care of himself."

He very nearly says something to the contrary, but truth be told Arthur handles himself pretty well socially. Even if Eames thinks the way he chooses to do so is overwhelmingly dull.

"Well then," he smiles, "hopefully that means no fatalities."

"I'd hope so. I'm hoping to keep my walls blood-stain free." Good, they can have a nice, peaceful dinner party.

She couldn't wait.

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