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gonna drink bacardi like it's yo birthday [nancy's 20]

Twenty. Gods, Nancy could hardly believe it. She didn't expect to still be here for this day, truth be told. She knew the sort of life she lived, and the sorts of people she associated with. But against all odds, here she was. Twenty-years-old by Fagin's count, and as wonderful as that was...

It was odd. She'd been a teenager for so long, and now she was officially a twenty-something. An adult, for real this time, not like when she'd turned eighteen.

It didn't exactly help that Charley Bates had decided it was a great idea to call her 'old'. She'd hit the back of his head for that, refusing to consider herself old. She was still so young, at least in comparison to those she spent most of her time around, people that were centuries older than her.

This, of course, caused her some angst. She hadn't particularly wanted to celebrate her birthday. It wasn't anything to be glad about. She was, as she realized, three years physically older than Cooper. And that just felt... weird. She knew, mentally, he was far older than she was. And as he always said she was stuck with him until she was old and grey, but...

Would he still love her, then, she wanted to know? How weird would it be, an haggard old woman next to this cute seventeen-year-old kid. A chill ran up her spine when she thought about it, comparing the wretch that Fagin was to her hypothetical-old-woman-self.

If she lived that long.

Still, people want to celebrate with her. Eames, wonderful Eames, had surprised her with tickets to go see a show on the West End, and taken her out to an amazing restaurant. She'd even brought cake over to the boys', knowing a few of them had saved up to get her something. Or, likely, stole it. But she didn't reach out, not really. If you were lucky enough to know it was her birthday, however, she'd happily entertain any and all plans. There was no need to be rude, after all.

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Nancy's 20 aww yiss.
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Oh, wow, she had gone all-out. She'd gone into Lush before, but never had actually had the money to indulge in their products other than a nicked lip-balm. "Let's go with the BB Seaweed," she decides. "I'm into the idea of feeling particularly like a mermaid."

Oh Nancy, you haven't seen anything yet.

"Great." Caroline handed the container over to Nancy. "I think I'm going to go with Cup O'Coffee tonight. Might as well press play and we can get these on."

"Perfect." She accepts the small black container and presses 'play'. With Lindsay Lohan as background noise, she opens the mask.

"Wow this smells amazing," she coos, taking a bit out with her fingers. Using her phone as a mirror, she gingerly rubs some on her cheeks, then starts on the rest of her face.

Caroline did the same with her mask. "Ah, the sweet smell of coffee. We're going to have to have some of that later. Oooo, maybe make it Irish coffee with tons of whipped cream."

"Yes, please!" Caffeine and alcohol were some of her favorite things.

"And, ah, if you want it... I've got a bit of Canway lying around..." Probably not the best when she was basically on probation, but she was also a prostitute, so. You know.

Magic weed.

"What's Canway?" Mystic Falls was apparently missing out on the good stuff.

"You've never heard of it Canway?" she asks with an eyebrow raise. "Alright, well, I'm sure you've heard of pot, yeah? It's like that." During all of this, she, with her mask on, has moved to her kitchen, to pull out a small glass pipe and a vial of crushed black leaves.

"It's like that. But better, if you're interested." If she wasn't, no pressure.

Caroline laughed. "Yes, pot I've definitely heard of. And consider me very interested."

She was going to have such a long list of things to tell Bonnie about magic in London. Maybe it might even make up for what a crappy reception she'd given Bonnie, when her friend reappeared right after her mother's death.

Nancy laughs, but nods, and starts packing the two of them a bowl. Drugs were something she'd dabbled in, but mostly sold. A side business, compared to her real one. But she wasn't going to explain that to Caroline.

When she's done, she hands her the pipe and summons a small flame on the tip of her finger.

"You smoke it just like pot. I'll light for you."

"Okay." Caroline took the pipe and put it to her lips, breathing in. Once it was lit, her mouth and then lungs were filled with sweet smoke, enough to make her cough. "Wow, that packs a punch. Or maybe I'm just out of practice."

Nancy laughs as her friend coughs.

"nah, there's nothing wrong with coughing." Though, when she takes her hit, she manages to do it without coughing. Probably from the occasional cigarette.

"Take as much as you want, there's plenty more where that came from."

Caroline definitely notices the lack of coughing by Nancy. She'll have to try to do better, though she isn't going to worry about it too much.

"So, we need to leave the masks on for ten minutes. I have chips and popcorn, if you want a snack while we wait and watch and smoke." All these activities crammed into the same time period and she'd only been here a few minutes. Tonight was going to be epically great.

"Oh my gosh, yes, please," she said with a smile.

"And I've something for you, by the way, in the fridge." She'd managed to get her hands on a few bags of blood from some of her sources, and liked to keep it on hand for some of her clients. Or when the fresh stuff simply was not on the menu.

"It's not mine."

Blood bags were one of the few things Caroline hadn't brought, so she's quite pleased to see some. And touched that Nancy would actually have some to offer her. "Perfect. A+ goes surprisingly well with salty food." Hopefully Nancy's been around enough vampires not to be completely grossed out by that statement.

Nancy is indeed, not grossed out when it comes to the information.

"I'll keep that in mind," she grins.

"I try to keep some on hand, figured, if you're doing all this for me, this is the least I can do for you."

"I imagine it could be a useful thing for you to know. And thank you. I've been running around so much I didn't have time to drink up before I came over." Between the booze and other food, Caroline hadn't figured she'd be too hungry for blood. But it's still very satisfying to drink up.

"I'll keep that in mind." It was the iron, she supposed. Regardless, it wasn't anything she really wanted to think about.

And this way, it kept her from being too peckish.

"Alright, take another hit and pass the bowl."

Caroline did as she was told, feeling oddly calm from the Canway and energized from the blood. She wondered if this would be considered mixing uppers and downers.

"So, what did Cooper get you?"

Probably, but Nancy never worried about such things like that.

Nancy takes the pipe, taking a long inhale before she decides to tackle Caroline's question. "I, ah, don't know," she says after a moment. "I haven't really let him do much in the way of my birthday. It seems weird." If anyone was going to understand, it should probably be Caroline.

Caroline frowned. "Why does it seem weird?" She has a feeling it might have to do with the vampire thing and the fact that Cooper is much older than he looks, though Caroline's not quite sure how old. She really should make a list of these things.

Nancy sighs, leaning back against the couch.

"I'm twenty. Physically and mentally. He's... Seventeen, physically. But he's so much older than that- and I know that. But sometimes it's easy to forget." She's ashamed of it, really. "It seems odd."

Yep, nailed it.

"Okay, yeah, I get that." Caroline thinks about it for a moment. "I've found that the best part of most vampires are the things that show that they're still human. It's those bits of humanity that keep us from, well, turning into Raymond Harris. Birthdays are a good reminder of these parts of us, at least for me."

She pauses as a memory comes to her and she tries to remember all the details. "I know I'm not very old as far as vampires go. But there is one vampire, Klaus, who told me once that he loved birthdays, and he was well over a thousand. I don't know exactly why he felt that way but I imagine it's probably the same reason I do."

Nancy had never really considered it that way. Birthdays were never something she'd enjoyed. But in all of it, she'd never considered what exactly it meant to a vampire.

"I never thought about that." She takes a drink, this time.

"But it's still- He'll always have the body of a seventeen-year-old. And I'm going to get old."

Caroline rolls her eyes but does it with a smile. "Nancy, you're twenty. You're pretty far away from being old. I don't think you should let it spoil things now."

Nancy groans at her, dropping her head back a little. "I know, but- what happens when I look old enough to be his mum? The looks I get when I'm with the younger ones of my brothers are bad enough."

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