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if you hear any noise it ain't the boys [lady's night!]

A Nancy's actually just in a pair of jeans and a hoodie when she knocks on Lydia's door. She's got a bag filled with all sorts of necessities- makeup, a dress to wear out tonight, some killer heels. Oh, and of course, she's got booze. plenty of booze, because that's just what Lydia wanted. A pre-party. And even if Rhapsody in Red was pretty chill, who was she to say no to some drinks with a new friend before a night out?

"Lydia! Hey, love! How are you?" She coos, moving in for a hug when the door is answered. "I hope you don't mind, I figured I'd just get ready here. Cooper was in the shower." And as much as she loved a naked boyfriend, it was pretty distracting when you were trying to do your eyeliner and the mirror kept fogging up.

B Nancy had already sent a text to Caroline, to let her know the plan, and that she was supposed to join them after her shift for a few drinks. The message was passed along to Allison, as well. The more the merrier, Nancy figured, and all these lovely ladies should probably get to know one-another. They were young, pretty girls in a big city, and most of them were relatively new to London.

Upon arriving at the lounge, Nancy claimed them a table with a good view of the stage so they could watch Caroline, and straight-shot to the bar. Though she and Lydia had already had plenty to drink, and Nancy had her never-ending flask in her bag, she didn't know how far along anyone else would be. Plus, drinks. Just, drinks.

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Nancy wrinkles her nose and laughs. "I don't doubt it. Honestly, I know nothing about cars. I just give 'em what they ask for, and it works out well enough." It was work, and it was a normal job and she was proud of it, damn it. It was pretty good for a girl with no education to speak of.

Nancy nods. "I agree, and I wouldn't be surprised of JC thought the same. He's..." she shrugs, still unsure of what the hell her relationship with him was. She'd hated him so much, blamed him for turning his friend. But JC had gone above and beyond for Nancy, reaching out to her time and time again. Slowly, she was learning how similar their backgrounds were. And with that came tolerance- besides, it didn't do anyone any favors to have her being rude to the Duke of Islington. From a political stand-point, she had to tolerate him.

And to behave.

So she doesn't allow herself to finish the thought, instead, she shifts the subject: "God, I'm so proud of Cooper, though." She's practically squealing with delight.

"I'll have to ask him next time I see him," Caroline said, with a smile. She certainly never minded seeing Jean-Claude. For a moment, she remembered that dream she'd had a few months back. It was a good memory.

"You should be. It's an important job, especially after everything that happened." She glanced over at the other girls, wondering exactly how much they knew about all this. Though if Nancy was talking about it within earshot, it was probably safe. Especially since they were in the middle of Nest territory and all.

Caroline, out of the three girls assembled, knew the most about Nancy's past. She knew Bill was in jail, she knew Nancy had been a prostitute, and she knew just exactly who Cooper was. It was nice to have someone she could confide in, someone that wouldn't insist he go out and immediately handle whatever-it-was she was talking about at the time.

She nods. "Yeah. This lovely man, Daryl, turned me on to the job. And honestly it's really nice to be able to wear trainers and jeans to work."

Caroline frowns. "I think I might know Daryl. He's a ..." she pauses, thinking about the best way to describe the man, "a bit rough around the edges, to say the least. American, from the South?"

Nancy nods brightly. "Yeah- that's gotta be him." How many Daryls from the American South could there possibly be in London?

The last time Caroline had seen him had been that day she'd had that weird perfume on. Not surprisingly, it had gotten awkward fast.

Actually ... "Did I ever tell you about the cursed perfume that was randomly delivered to my apartment?"

"No!" Nancy gasps, and leans forward. "You've got to tell me!"

Caroline laughs at Nancy's reaction. "Well, first off, you don't need to scold me about any of this because I swear I did know better than to just trust a random package. At least, I usually do." She knows that argument wouldn't convince Bonnie but with Nancy, she may have better luck. "So, this package just showed up on my door one day, back in uh ... November, I guess. And inside was this bottle of perfume that smelled really good, at least it did to me. So one night, when I felt like getting all dolled up, I put it one. And then had a bunch of really weird encounters."

"Okay, okay, no scolding." She holds her hands up so that Caroline can see her plans to *not* mom her. It probably won't work. "Just so you know it was stupid."

She listens, leaning forward. "Yeah? What happened?"

"If I didn't know before then I certainly figured it out afterwards," Caroline said with a sigh. "Apparently it had some sort of affect on other uh ..." she glanced over around, before whispering the next word, "supernatural types." She paused, making sure they weren't being listened to, before continuing. "For people like me, it basically made them found me repulsive. And for everyone else, it was the exact opposite."

She shook her head, thinking back. "It was quite the night, especially before I figured out what was going on. Oh! You're going to laugh about this, but that night was actually the first time I met Cesare Borgia. Needless to say, it was quite an awkward encounter."

"Oh my god," Nancy can't help it, but she is laughing, hand in front of her face as she tries to hold it in. "No! That's- oh good lord that's brilliant! I mean, it's awful, really, but- oh god, you've got to tell me how that went, too. Then I want to hear all about you and Daryl!"

It was so good to laugh and talk with girl friends. To gossip about stupid things that weren't politics. Gosh, she'd missed it.

Caroline starts to laugh too, and it takes a few minutes before she's able to speak again. "Meeting Cesare was just so strange, until I guessed at what was the matter. It was like he was trying to hit on me but at the same time he was completely disgusted by my very presence. He actually said I smelled like a dog at one point!"

"He's always been supposed to have this way with words, so-" she shrugs. "Then again, my ex was a wolf and had a dog, so I may be biased." She laughed, taking another drink.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me that before at your party!"

"I dated a wolf too but I still don't want to smell like one!"

She laughs some more. "I thought about it but I think at that point I still needed a bit more time to put it all behind me. It was pretty crazy when it first happened."

"Cheers to that," she said, holding her drink up to Caroline, before taking another drink.

"Makes sense, if this was November, you said? Yeah, that sounds nutty- so what happened with Daryl?"

Caroline clinks Nancy's glass and takes a drink of her own. "Daryl was just ... the most awkward thing. I guess he was trying to hit on me, though I didn't realize it at first. We'd met before, when things with Harris went down, so I was just trying to be friendly. And then something happened and he just left."

Caroline hasn't quite clued into the fact that it was the age thing that freaked him out, since as a vampire, her conception of age is a bit different than most.

Nancy shakes her head. "That sounds like him." He was already sort of awkward. "He's a good guy- have you met the little girl he's taken in? Willow, he's calling her. Absolutely adorable."

"No, I haven't seen him since the whole perfume debacle. That's very sweet of him to take her in though. Maybe I'll have to keep an eye out, go and say hi sometime." Maybe if she explains the whole perfume thing to him, they could get past the awkwardness.

Or maybe not. It had been pretty awkward.

"Yeah- he said she was a squirrel, originally. Somehow got stuck, but he got her back. So now he's got a seven-year-old to teach how the world works." She shakes her head. "He's a great dad, though." She had a soft-spot for dads. A very noticeable one, if you looked at her life.

"For sure- come by and visit me at work, maybe?"

A girl stuck as a squirrel. Sometimes it still amazes Caroline how strange her world has become - and how used to it all she is.

"Yeah, I could do that. Oh, but how late is the shop open?" Being restricted to nighttime hours really was annoying.

"Oh, shoot- we're open till five." She snaps her fingers. "I completely forgot, I'm so sorry." Cooper could pretty much go anywhere, whenever, now, thanks to the ring she'd gotten him around this time last year.

Caroline frowns. "Damn," she mutters softly. "Might have worked in winter but not now."

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"I know," she frowns, poking her straw at her drink. She didn't need a straw to drink, but it was kinda fun to mess around with, at any rate.

"Well, next winter, if I'm still there, you're gonna have to stop in."

"Sure, will do," she says with a smile, before taking a large gulp of her drink. A change of subject is clearly in order, so she goes for something a little different. "So, I've been thinking of auditioning for some other singing gigs, just one time deals here and there, while still doing my regular nights here. I love this place but it would be nice to change things up a bit too."

"Yes! I don't see a reason why not!" Other than her restrictive hours, but that could be dealt with.

"I think that'd be great. Further your career a bit, yeah? Maybe the Nest would hire you on for some parties, too maybe?"

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