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A) Marquess of Hackney. The title feels strange to the vampire. He's risen high in such a short period of time. It certainly helps to inflate his ego. There's vampires older and who have been in the nest for longer than haven't gone as high. But then they don't have the ambitions that Cooper has. He's going all the way to the top, so long as he doesn't have to be the face of the nest. That would just be horrible.

To celebrate, Cooper is making the rounds of every supernatural bar in the city, regardless of what territory they are in. The Three Cripples, Rhapsody in Red, The Jolly Roger, and Guilty Pleasures will all be visited in turn. Or at least, he'll do his best to visit them all until he passes out. The only one he avoids is the Angelo. He's still pretty pissed off at Cesare. But that's hardly on his mind right now. Tonight is a night for celebrating.

Anyone he sees, unless he's currently mad at them for some reason, will be invited to join in the revelry. "C'mon! Drinks are on me tonight!" He promises. Never grow old and party hard. That's the perks of being a teenage vampire.

B) Let sweet death claim him. That is the thought going through Cooper's head. Why did he drink so much? Why did he ever think this was a good idea? He'd spent the first twenty four hours securely in bed with Nancy by his side and Juliet on his feet. When he woke up the next day, he was still hungover. Life was just not fair. He spent the morning drinking what felt like gallons of water until he could stand up without feeling like he was going throw up.

He had new duties as the Marquess. He's not about to give Harris an excuse to knock him back down after he just rose up. So he's got to get up and see to the human allies of the nest. So he stumbles out the door and down the street, sunglasses firmly in place. Today, he'll be less than friendly, but that's only because of the pounding going on in his head.

C) It seems to be the custom these days for someone to be knocking on Cooper's door at random hours of both the day and night. Besides Nancy coming over after the destruction of Midnight, he's become quite popular with the younger crowd of vampires. Despite being hundreds of years old and still having the form of a teenager, or perhaps because of it, they seem him as someone to turn to for advice in an ever-shifting, chaotic nest. He's more than happy to dispense advice and keep them on the right path, but he does wish they'd learn to use the phone and call in advance.

That's who he assumes is knocking on his door in the middle of the night. He heads for it, dressed in his usual getup of a T-shirt and leather jacket, with no shoes on. He opens it and the expression on his face immediately turns cold. Cesare is about the last vampire in the world he wants to see. When Cooper gets mad, he holds grudges just about forever. Before the older vampire can get out a word, Cooper slams the door shut in his face. It feels good and he plans to let Cesare sit out there and rot all night. This is his home, and this time, Cesare doesn't have his ego and territory to fall back on.

Cooper stands there for about a minute before he calms down and realizes that he should probably see why Cesare has sought him out. Cooper opens the door back up, still looking none too happy. "What do you want?"

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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!"

It's early enough in the night that Cooper's only got a pleasant buzz going instead of being so drop-dead drunk that he can barely remember his own name. He's got a drink in his hand that he doesn't know the name of that he's nearly done with. He had the bartender come up with special to celebrate the occasion.

He takes one of the two whiskeys from Nancy and downs part of it. He's feeling young and alive tonight. It's a good feeling after the seriousness that has come with the past few months. "This is a great night. I'm so happy, sweet-pea." He slips a hand around her waist and pulls her in close, laying a sloppy kiss on the shell of her ear. "Gimme one more whiskey 'n I'll be ready for the dance floor!"

Nancy's all giggles as she finds a place on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. They can be gross and young and in love tonight, she doesn't care. The proprietor of The Three Cripples certainly doesn't care either- he's watched Nancy grow up and is close enough with Fagin that he lets her do what she wants. If other people have a problem with it... Well, sure, she works here sometimes, but this is a private party. Aaaaand she's drunk enough that she really doesn't care about Cesare's advice or warning or anything about Cesare Borgia because he was a raging piece of shit.

In case anyone was wondering, she still had the bruise on her arm from where he had grabbed her.

"Good," she promises him. "You should be. Here!" She pushes her glass of whiskey towards him. "Drink mine! I'll get another!" There wasn't really a dance floor, but there was music, and someone was drunk enough that she didn't care. Just let her be nineteen for a night, please.

He's so glad that he has a night for Nancy to just be young and celebrate with him. After the tough time she's had lately, it feels like the least he could do to cheer her up. He takes Nancy's glass and downs the drink in three gulps, slamming it down on the table. The group of humans and vampires he's invited out, all already a little inebriated, roar with approval.

He takes Nancy by the hand and leads her to the dance floor. They soon fall into the rhythm that all those tipsy and having a good time seem to possess. "This reminds of the first time we danced." Just a little over a year and four months ago now.

They roar, Nancy giggles and gives him a proud kiss on the cheek, because he's her boyfriend, and he's a Marquess now and he's a big deal and she loves him.

She follows him out to the makeshift dance floor, following his lead. "You remember!" She's all smiles. That was when she'd first told him, too, what she did. He hadn't judged. He'd accepted, and paid, and here they were now. It was amazing how much had changed in a year and four months. She didn't want to think about it.

"And again at that festival by the sea!" That had been fun, dancing around the bonfire as some witches pulled out instruments, drunk and giggling. At least, that had been Nancy.

"'Course I remember! The first time I saw you, I thought, 'Now there's a good-lookin' girl. Shame I have t'run her over.' Second time I saw you I was glad I didn't turn you into roadkill, 'cause you had such sweet blood." This was passes for sweet talk when he's this inebriated. Anyway, it was all meant to be compliments.

They'd spent a lot of time together and it was nice to look back on the memories they had racked up. Most of them were good. If a few weren't, like the fae blood bender, well, they'd come out the other side all the stronger for it, hadn't they?

Nancy looks down at her feet, blushing for all the pub to see. She moves against him, arms wrapped around his neck so she can be as close to him as possible. She's sure he can feel her heartbeat against his still chest. Her nose wrinkles as she giggles and leans in to kiss him again.

"You used to drink from my wrist," she nearly coos. "It tickled." She can't stop smiling, her dimples out in full-force. This was also supposed to be a complement.

He can feel her heartbeat, loud and clear. He kisses the top of her head, hands encircling her waist. It's kind of nice having such a small girlfriend. Makes him feel big and strong sometimes like right now.

"Think I prefer where I drink from now," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows. He might mix a little of that in with the alcohol he's still going to consume throughout the night, but not too much. If he drinks from Nancy at her current state of inebriation, she might just pass out on him. That won't be any fun.

Nancy giggles, blushing fuschia. "Can I tell you a secret?" She asks him, but then doesn't wait for an answer before leaning up and whispering: "I prefer it, too!" and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

He's smart, not to want to drink from her. She's been trying to keep up with the vampires all night, and it's visible in the way she reacts to everything, how she leans against Cooper. But Nancy's not as smart as he is, or maybe she just doesn't care.

"Maaayyyybeeeee I'll let you drink when we go home." She tongues her teeth, grinning at what she's sure is a brilliant sexual metaphor.

She's too cute when she blushes. He can barely stand it. He nuzzles his face against her neck, tracing a line down the pale flesh with his lips. He's so very in love with her and wants everyone in the entire bar to know it.

"If you're still walkin' when we get home, that's a promise." He gives her a wink. No way will she be able to. She's three sheets to the wind already. But what an adorable drunk she makes.

Drunk Nancy came in two flavors: super adorable drunk, and raging mess of emotions drunk. Luckily tonight she was the former.

Nancy holds him closer. "Holding you to it," she says, though he's going to be carrying her by the time it's time to call it a night. "But you may have'ta hold my shoes." She'd gone out in a pair of heels again, enchanted to make it significantly less painful for her. But even still nothing beat taking them off at the end of a night.

If Nancy holds Cooper any closer, he's going to end up in back of her.

"I dunno why you're wearin' those little torture devices anyways. Tryin' t'be taller than me?" Good thing he was dating a girl so much shorter than him or he'd have a Napoleon complex on top of everything else.

"They're magic," she slurs. "They don't hurt. And they're pretty." She kisses the tip of his nose.

"No- but I'm close!" She giggles, "they just get hard to walk in." She'd find out later that he'd actually had to carry her most of the way home in the middle of his night out.

Nancy glances over shoulder at the bartender she recognizes and gestures at him. "two more! One for me 'n the marquee- markiss?"

She's an adorable drunk as she leans on him. The way she's going, he'll have to prop her up by the next pub stop. "Marquess, darling. Dunno why they have t'use such ridiculous titles. I'd've been fine with bein' called the Grand Poobah." Shows exactly how much respect he has for old vampire traditions.

He eyes the two drinks with a dubious expression on his face. "Is one of those supposed t'be fer you?" Uh-huh. Like she's going to have it in her to finish off one more drink.

"Kiss for the Marquess!" She does so, this time landing on his cheek. Well, closer to his jaw, really. "I don't like Poobah." Her nose twists when she says it.

Nancy nods. "And one is for you!" This is drink... shit, she lost track, it doesn't matter, because she holds his out for him. "My Cooper."

"Yer gonna be walkin' on your hands after this one." Still, who is he to tell Nancy what to do? Cooper dutifully picks up the second drink and takes a gulp.

He's on his way to being thoroughly drunk and that's the way he wants it. A lot of alcohol, a beautiful girl on his arm, and plenty of people around he can brag about his promotion. This is just the way he wants it tonight.

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