undergrounds | Greenwich Territory Claim (Backdated to August 10th)

Cooper was more than just a little dissatisfied with the way things were being run by Harris right now. He wasn't going after the head vampire directly. While he was known to make dumb decisions from time to time, Cooper wasn't as stupid as all that. But as long as they had their seat on the Night Council, he was content with the status quo. When they lost that and therefore their immunity to hunters, Cooper got more than just worried. He got a little scared. If the other factions thought they had lost their edge, they might come after them. So he decided it was time act first and show the other factions that there was still some teeth left to Islington.

He'd taken part in his own fair share of territory claims and come to know what worked and what didn't. To take over Greenwich, he decided that it was best to hit them hard and fast. If they could get an edge over the wolves before they really had a chance to react, they could take over with minimal fuss. So that was the plan: get in, strike hard, and take over. It all seemed rather simple to the vampire. And here people thought his aggressive tendencies were a bad thing.

So on the 10th, the vampires were going be hitting Greenwich with everything they had. If a few wolves got killed in the carnage, so be it. That was the price to pay for making sure that the message was clear: nobody messed with Islington.

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"Just keep an eye on her. Wouldn't want the poor little thing to end in the gutter." He won't stop Nancy from drinking if that's what she wants to do. But he hasn't forgotten what she did for him when he was hyped up on fae blood.

"A whole liquor store? You flatter me with how high you think my tolerance is." Cooper leans into his girlfriend's touch. With all the serious topics out of the way, he's considering the wonderful idea of victory sex.

She chuckles. "Goodness, no. Juliet's an indoor cat." And the sweetest thing in the world, no way was she going outside. Recently, she'd taken to sleeping wherever it was in Nancy's apartment that Cooper had been last. It was cute, though she hadn't told Cooper yet.

"That's how high mine would be, if I was as old as you." A light joke, and she presses her forehead against his. Victory sex was always a wonderful idea.

"Psh. Just 'cause it's an old Irish stereotype that we can drink anyone else under the table doesn't mean it's true." Alright, so it was mostly true, as Cooper has proven time and again. What can he say? He likes his beer.

His hands came up and deftly began to undo the buttons of Nancy's blouse. "Now, what do you say we celebrate this territory takeover the proper way, hmmm?" Alcohol and sex with someone he loved. This was definitely a good night.

"Except in your cas,e I have a sneaking suspicion it's true." She leans in to kiss him briefly, before his hands on her buttons brought her pause.

Grinning, she sits back on her heels, pulling away form him. "Oh, I think we should." She slides up to standing, and starts pulling the rest of her blouse off. She's a little clumsy in her movements from the alcohol, but she manages to float a bottle of whiskey over towards Cooper.

Satisfied, she waits for him to take a drink before she starts walking back towards him.

There's many advantages to dating a witch. Having alcohol be floated over to him during a celebratory mood like this was just one of them. He grins at Nancy and tilts the bottle towards her before he takes a swig. "Cheers t'you, darlin'."

When she comes back over, he takes off the jacket and T-shirt that he's been wearing, both a little grimy from the night's activities. He's eager, waiting to be touching the curves of Nancy's body.

As she approaches him, she undoes the buttons on her blouse, taking her sweet time. When the shirt hits the floor, her pants aren't too far behind, leaving her standing in just her undergarments.

Which, honestly, were pretty boring- much of her lingerie was gifted by clients, and she'd rather not wear that with Cooper. But now, nearly naked, she comes to him, straddling him easily, kissing the whiskey off his lips.

He leans back, unable to keep a bit of a smirk off his face. She looks good, good enough to eat in fact. Then again, she'd look good even if she was in a potato sack. He pulls his pants off in a distracted manner, more focused on Nancy.

He reaches out with one hand. "C'mere. You're too far away." He's going to be taking those panties off with his teeth. Fangs do come in handy for more than just sucking blood.

Nancy laces her fingers in his and lets him pull her close. Her legs wrap around his waist, feeling the heat pool between them already.

Both her hands come up to caress his face, so she can better kiss him, working her body against his already with a practiced ease. Tonight was about Cooper and his victory.

Greenwich Territory Claim (Backdated to August 10th)

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