undergrounds | 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.

Threaded | Flat

It may be a ladies night that Nance came out for, but it just so happened that the Dodger had gotten it in his head to go out for a night as well. And he happened to pick the same place. His ID is good, you wouldn't be able to tell it was a forgery unless you were really good at spotting them. He's dressed a bit better, but that's only because his usual wear - which works well for trailing the London streets - would have him out on his ear.

He's got a drink in one hand, and seems to be doing business with the other. Well, it's not like Fagin ever lets them get a night off. He's chatted nice to the people he needs to chat nice too, and his grip on his drink speaks of practice.

(Don't rat him out to those in charge, Nance.)

"I bet he's really fit!" Lydia returns the hug, bubbling with excitement for her first proper night out (proper only because at least it's with a fellow witch).
She opens the door wide for Nancy to come in. Her flat's standard student affair. The walls are just a bit grotty, and the carpet is that tough, bristly stuff that itches bare feet.
"D'you want a drink?" She leads Nancy through to a messy kitchen. "I've got vodka?"

There was no better way to end a small vacation than with a good ladies' night - at least not that Caroline could think of. She'd enjoyed seeing a bit more of the country but it was nice to be home. And it would be great to see Nancy and meet these new friends of hers.

She spotted Nancy fairly quickly - one benefit of vampire senses was it makes finding people in crowds much easier - and hurried over. "Hey!" she said with a smile, "how's it going?"

Allison arrives late. She doesn't mean to – a bit of family business has held her up and she had to go back to her room to freshen up and look presentable for an outing. It's been a while, it feels like, gussying up like that. With the weather seeming to warm a little, she opts for an olive green jacket over her dress, tying her hair back into a bun with little arrow earrings dangling from each ear.

Looking bashful, she decides to get herself a drink first – a rum and coke to start – before looking for the other ladies. Not that she knows who to look for, unable to immediately spot Nancy. She can't believe her own nerves, starting over again and trying to make new friends.

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