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stauncherhearted) wrote in
undergrounds2016-11-19 10:30 pm
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.
Uhm, this is an open post. A few starters in the comments. Want something specific? Please let me know!
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.
Uhm, this is an open post. A few starters in the comments. Want something specific? Please let me know!

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"Okay, but can I get you something to drink? Tea, a beer?" They had pretty much everything you could possibly want to drink on-hand. That's what happens when one member of the household is a high-functioning alcoholic, and the other is Irish.
Carefully, she takes off the wrapping paper, setting it aside on her counter before opening the box. Seeing the necklace laid out inside, she audibly gasps. "Thomas! You shouldn't have!"
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Then, seeing her reaction, he smiled. "I take it you like it, then?"
He had no idea of her tastes, of course, but he thought it looked pretty so figured she might, too. And, since he'd lived with his sire's wealth his entire life, he wasn't used to having any sort of financial concerns of any kind, so he hadn't even thought about the price.
"I figure everyone needs nice things on their birthday."
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"I love it. Thomas, seriously, this is way too much." She gently runs her fingers over the top of the necklace.
'Thank you."
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"And hey, if it makes you happy, then it's just enough." He opened the bottle and took a drink. "You're welcome. And thanks for the beer."
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"Of course- least I can do." She smiles. "How're you handling the shakeup with the nest?" She's curious, he obviously wasn't on Raymond's side.
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Still, it was JC. Thomas would have settled for anyone sane, but someone who he actually liked being in charge was a special treat.
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"I'm glad you helped. And that you got out alright."
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That, and Eames would probably have murdered her if he'd found out she'd been involved.
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"Well, there wasn't much to tell. We struck fast, we struck hard, and we came out victorious. I came out of the fight looking amazing, as usual."
Because the amazingness of how Thomas looked was clearly what was on everyone's minds.
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"You were shirtless, weren't you?"
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"I don't know any fae who actually dress like that, I hate to break it to you."
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Besides, it might have been fun to see what the fae would think of his 'fae' costume. He had the feeling he'd get quite an entertaining reaction...though he also might just get cursed.