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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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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."

"Honestly? I really don't know." Caroline shrugs helplessly. "I haven't had to deal with any of that stuff yet. But I'm sure you'll figure out something that works for the both of you and to hell with what anyone else thinks."

"I hope so." She sighs again. Truthfully, she knew her relationship with Cooper was unlikely to last. But that didn't stop her for loving him with everything she had.

"Think it's time to wash these off?" She gestures to their masks.

Caroline glances at her phone. "Yeah, looks like it. Where's the washroom?"

"Follow me." Nancy rises and leads her through a door off the living room to a bedroom. The bedroom itself is simple, though the sheets look soft and fluffy. Luxurious, even. Candles are on many surfaces, but other than the knowledge of how Nancy made her living, you could hardly tell this was where she did most of her work now.

The bathroom is nice, too. She's got a clean space, anything personal hidden away. "There's another bathroom, but this is off-limits to guests." She takes a towel off the wall and holds it out to Caroline.

This apartment really was nice. In fact, it was nice enough to take a whole lot of the shine off her own place, especially now that having her own place was less of a novelty.

"Thanks." She turns the water on, letting it warm up. "Prepare to feel all refreshed - or at least for your face to feel that way."

She knows it's nice. Nicer than anything she's had before. Sure, her place in Enfield had been amazing thanks to Lord Coward, but this place was beyond that. Eames had really done her a giant favor when gifting her with this flat. And she was prepared to pay rent on it, too, if he wanted.

"I'm so prepared." Once the water was warm, she allows Caroline to rinse her mask off first before turning to her own. And true enough- "Alright, nice and refreshed." Was it the magic weed or was her face tingling a little?

She giggles a bit at Nancy's reaction - clearly the Canway has started to have an effect. "Perfect. We're both positively glowing now!" Caroline's skin feels so nice now. For a moment, she almost doesn't want to promptly cover it all up with make-up. Luckily, that moment passes quickly.

Nancy giggles. "Makeup and more drinks?" She asks, folding up her towel.

"You read my mind perfectly!"

Caroline headed back to the living room and started rummaging through her bags again. She'd brought a good amount of make-up, to supplement what Nancy would have here. She began to line them up by type.

Nancy giggles, and takes a few moments before she grabs some of her makeup from the drawers. Most of it's at Cooper's place still, obviously, as that's where she gets ready, but she needs things here for refreshing. So with her arms full, she makes her way back into living room and sits them down on the coffee table.

"Oh my gods- you have a whole department store."

Caroline laughed yet again. "As you may have noticed, I like to be prepared for pretty much anything. And everything." And she hadn't even brought everything, just the stuff that she thought would look best on Nancy.

"May?" Nancy doesn't believe it.

"So I submit my face to your... makeup skills." That was the plan, right?

"That's the idea. And then I do the same to yours. And you can do whatever you want, because it's your birthday." Caroline really hopes Nancy doesn't have the right makeup to go goth on her - it wasn't a good look on her.

Luckily, Nancy's makeup on the average day tended to go more towards old-school glamor.

"Sounds perfect to me!"

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