Almost closing time, sure, but Nancy still had quite some time left on her shift. Still, she, like anyone, needed to take a break from time to time, and she liked to take hers at pubs. Get some more blood generated, replace what was left with alcohol. Standard stuff, really.

Sliding into the barstool nearest to Matthew, Nancy hoped she just looked like a girl on her way to a club rather than a girl on her way to the streets. There was a delicate balance between the two, but with any luck, Matthew wouldn't know the difference. Besides, he saw her in jeans and t-shirts more often than not.

"I know- I haven't been able to get out of the house." She'd been cursed, and being a prostitute cursed to tell the truth was not good for business. "I've been bloody awful, truthfully, but-" she gestured at him. "I'm here now."