From NYE Party (Nancy)
Jason was thrilled to fucking pieces.
This place was crazy, alright, beating out the weirdest shit he'd seen at home on a regular day (though without psychologically scarring him, like his sister liked to do), but tonight? Tonight, it knew it had been bad to them, and it was ready to make things, right, baby. Jason was damn well sure he'd wake up with his face in the dirt, in need of some religion, but hell, wasn't that the best reason to visit church?
He wasn't as polished up as the rest of the people, but a white button down and some nice jeans, and he cleaned up just fine. Now, for his two favorite things: booze and women.
In one quick moment, he nearly got a lap full of both, when the crowd became just a little too saturated and someone bustled by Nancy, knocking her (and the glass of vodka she was nursing) right into Dick.
She swore under her breath and instinctively started dabbing at the small wet circle of vodka on his shirt with a napkin. "Sorry about that..."
Oh sweet Jesus, it was the hottest MILF he'd ever seen. Thank you, thank you, Island-Jesus. Jason gave her a smile, not quite containing his amazement. "Hey, it's okay. We all spill. I'll just..."
He looked down. "Maybe I oughta get a new shirt if it's gonna smell like vodka."
"I don't think it's going to make much of a difference, given the crowd," Nancy said honestly. "Given that we get good alcohol about twice a year, everyone's going to be way too drunk to notice. I've got to get myself another now, though. Care to join me?"
"Hell yeah, I care to join you," Jason said, as seriously as if she'd asked him if he was an awesome enough dude to protect the President of the United States. "This is great. This totally makes up for about half the shit this place has pulled already."
Nancy was slightly amused at his enthusiasm and as they approached the table of drinks, found herself reassessing his age. At first glance, she tended to lump everyone under 30 as "closer to Silas' age" but on reexamination he seemed older than she'd originally thought.
"Anything but vodka?" she guessed with a grin.
"I'm an old-fashioned guy, and there's good cold beer here," Jason said. "So I'm gonna stick with that." It occurred to him that if there was all this shit here, there might be V.
But then he saw Amy's face in his head, and he sure as hell didn't want it anymore.
"You know, I think I'd like a beer myself," Nancy said. "So I take it you haven't been here long?"
"Nah, just before the whole winter thing started," Jason said, digging around in a cooler for a couple of bottles. "Here you go. I'm Jason Stackhouse, outta Bon Temps, Lousiana. You?"
"Nancy Botwin." She took the bottle from him and twisted the top off. "Agrestic, California. Louisiana, no kidding. I guess I should have guessed from the accent." She took a swig out of the bottle. "I went to New Orleans once, not long after I got married."
"Before or after the hurricane? It's a different place these days," Jason said, carefully measuring his words. He'd learned the hard way not to get into the vampire stuff until he knew for damned sure that she was from his-- well, his dimension, he was beginning to think of it as. "Wasn't bad for us, not like the people in New Orleans, but..." He shook his head.