Nancy was in her element. She lost track of how much she'd had to drink, and was well on her way to forgetting the rest of the night. She needed a chance to get out, to say fuck it, and with Cooper and the other assorted members of the supernatural community around, she had a feeling she was in pretty good hands. Besides, she wanted to drink so much she forgot who she was for a minute.

"Cooper!" She called brightly, dancing over to him at the booth in the Three Cripples. She knew there was a chance Fagin would be there, but if he showed up, well she was having a grand old time without him. Hands filled with two whiskeys, she wraps her arms around him before settling them down in front of him.

"Congratulations!" She's said it maybe twenty times, but it doesn't stop her from saying it again, kissing his cheek and leaving an imprint of bright pink lipstick. "I'm so proud of you! Now drink enough whiskey so we can dance!"