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[stauncherhearted]

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[stauncherhearted]

Honestly, she's a little happy to hear that. Just a little.

"I'd call you pathetic, but I'm drinking alone, too." She proves a point by drinking herself.

"Anyone. Someone a little lonely, or someone a little drunk with a little extra cash." She finishes off her drink, it's incredibly liberating, in a weird way, to speak so openly about her job. To be able to be bitter about the sort of life she lead.

"Don't even have to have fangs."

[reticence]

Faolan isn't exactly going to judge her on what's morally right or wrong. There had been a time of his life when he'd done whatever he could for a bit of spare change. Opening up a vein for a vampire or his legs for a stranger were about the only two things he hadn't been willing to do, all things considered. He's certainly done worse than that, though.

"It's nice to know that you'd admit to the pot calling the kettle black," Faolan replies. He enjoys being so frank about such things as well, all things considered. Perhaps the alcohol has losened his tongue as well, but that's neither here nor there.

He glances aside at her, taking in her measure. She is pretty. But Faolan definitely isn't the sort of man to pay for such things. "So how does it work, then?" he asks, before realizing what the question sounds like and backtracking. "Do you find them, or do you wait for them to find you?"

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy takes a moment to process before he backtracks. "How does- oh. Both, sometimes. I'll approach someone and make small talk, make an offer. Or they'll chat me up and I'll tell them the price." She shrugs, it's not very glamorous.

"Other times I've got proper appointments. One Thursday night, for example." That was with a wealthy vampire. They paid better, in the long run. Had more money. Random Johns didn't care, they just wanted to get laid.

"It all depends, I guess." She flags the bartender down for another gin. She casts a long glance at Faolan and sighs heavily. "What do yo want?" to drink. apparently she is buying a round.

[reticence]

Faolan, who is halfway to raising his glass to his mouth for another sip as he processes that she gives him, pauses in response to her question. And then chokes slightly, swallowing the wrong way before he's even taken another sip of his drink.

Coughing pathetically for a moment, he moves to take a sip of his drink to try and help himself remember how to breathe, before he glances back at her and raises an eyebrow. "I... I beg your pardon?" he asks. Because he doesn't want to jump to any awkward conclusions any more than he already has.

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy looks at him like he's grown a second head.

"To... drink...?" She states, looking at him blankly. "I'm offering to buy a round." She gestures at the bar. His near-spit-take didn't pass by unnoticed and she's going to make him feel bad.

Offer's on the table, though, if that's what he wanted.