icecoldfrost: (girls' night out)
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It was the end of J-Term for ESU. A time when students tended to celebrate being half-way through the year, the grueling schedule of a J-Term behind them, and the rumors of an East Coast Spring on the horizon.

For two - very tipsy - young ladies in Bed-Stuy by the names of Emma Grace Frost and Candace 'Candy' Southern, however, it was a time to drunk-dial or Skype everyone they knew, so that they could wave their temporary diplomas at them. Or, in Emma's case, three of her four diplomas.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, and Skype sessions, if you think Emma would call you to gloat.]

Date: 2014-12-18 08:00 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([pos] grinning in B&W)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
Jack didn't use the Skype function on his phone often, but he made exceptions once in a while for Emma. (Sometimes it was even for calls he intended to spend clothed.) He squinted at the phone and answered it. His hair was faintly messy and he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans; he hadn't planned to do much of anything today.

"Hi there," he said, then registered Candy was there as well "-- and hello to you too, Miss Southern."

Date: 2014-12-18 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyc-npcs.livejournal.com
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" Candy waved at him over Emma's shoulder, ignoring the other girl attempting to shoo her away. "Guess what? Your favorite over-achiever is a master!"

"...wait, that sounded terrible."

Date: 2014-12-18 08:23 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] dancing)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Master and without Baiter after it?," Jack said, with an eyebrow waggle. He liked Candy's cheerful and not always intentional dirtiness; it encouraged his own. "Congratulations to you both."

Date: 2014-12-18 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyc-npcs.livejournal.com
"Isn't that what she has you for?" Candy asked, returning the eyebrow waggle. "Not that she doesn't have a truly impressive selection of toys in her nightstand for personal use, but I'm sure she prefers hands-on."

"Is it true she worked in a sex store on that island of yours? She swears she did, but I don't know if I believe it."

Date: 2014-12-18 08:39 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neg] unimpressed in hat)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"She did!" Jack confirmed. "It even had a giant cock outside, as in the rooster."

Date: 2014-12-19 02:25 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([pos] grinning in B&W)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Alone at last," Jack said, through a little chuckle. "Hi. Congratulations, Madame Master."

Date: 2014-12-19 04:40 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([b+w] pacing)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"I am too," Jack admitted. "It really hasn't sunk in yet, to be honest. Growing up I never imagined college was a thing I wanted to do, and now ..."

He shook his head. "Further proof we're amazing, I suppose."

Date: 2014-12-19 07:36 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([pos] grinning in B&W)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"I hate that they did that," Jack noted. "Trying to turn it into a catfight, not the article. The article's brilliant and Winston absolutely needs a copy. Who was the third student?"

Date: 2014-12-20 05:59 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: (Default)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"I have a month before they start chomping bits out of my soul!" Jack protested. "But are you actually going to take a break? I can't imagine that."

Date: 2014-12-22 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyc-npcs.livejournal.com
"Say yes, Jack," Candy encouraged, popping back into view to plop down on Emma's lap and grab a shot glass off the tray she was carrying to shove into Emma's hand. "She's got this tall, dark, and brooding one making eyes at her, and you need to save her before she succumbs to his attempts at wooing."

"Which, have been hilariously ineffective so far, since Emma doesn't flirt back any more than she flirts with anyone else, which is to say he's mostly the recipient of scathing sarcasm. But, well, men." Candy saluted Jack with her own shot glass. "You're all weird."

Date: 2014-12-22 03:07 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([pos] grinning in B&W)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Funny, I was thinking we should take a trip before you even said that," Jack said with a little chuckle. "Great minds and such. Pick the place and I'll pay for the hotel, if you get the portal fees."

There was real eagerness in his tone. He loved the idea of a few days on a beach with Emma, with nothing to think about but each other.

Date: 2014-12-23 02:29 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] flirtatious)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"I haven't had to speak Italian since I was 12," Jack admitted with a little laugh. "It sounds divine. We'll be completely away from anything familiar."

Date: 2014-12-18 08:22 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Told you so)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Jono hadn't quite made his way back to Glacia, no. Soon, maybe. Probably. Probably soon. Tonight, though, he was sitting in the Groovy Tunes, listening to his favourite brooding music (at the moment), and bored.

'Bored.'

Dialing Emma's number, anyway, which wasn't quite the same thing at all, was it?

Date: 2014-12-18 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyc-npcs.livejournal.com
"You've reached the telephone of Emma Grace Frost, who is busy doing a line of tequila shots because I'm a bitch. This is Candy, and you're on speaker-phone! Who is this?"

We are so, so sorry, Jono. Meet Emma's Candy.

Date: 2014-12-18 08:28 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (GAH)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"Erm..." Jono's voice carried through the phone loud and clear, sounding both very confused and very British. "It's Jonothon-- friend of Emma's from high school. Is this a bad time?"

Because Emma drunk on tequila shots had the potential for hilarity, but if he was interrupting...

Date: 2014-12-18 08:41 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Default)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Jono was blinking so much, now.

"I wouldn't want to be a downer on the party, luv. Though it sounds as though there's not much chance of that, is there? Congratulations on the mostly-a-graduation, though. Sounds... exciting?"

He had no idea, here.

Date: 2014-12-18 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nyc-npcs.livejournal.com
"Oh my god, your accent is hot. Emma, is he cute?" Candy asked. "You could totally crash our party. It's just us, in Emma's apartment, because she hates people. And our classmates, but especially people in general."

Date: 2014-12-18 08:51 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (GAH)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"Well, people in general have a tendency to be irritating," Jono pointed out logically, once he wrapped his head around the 'hot' bit. That one still tended to catch him off-guard. "If you two don't mind my stopping by, ah..."

He sort of hedged at that for a moment before just coming out with it, "It's alright, Emma? My being there wouldn't cause any trouble?"

For any one of the various reasons that someone like Jonothon showing up there might?

Date: 2014-12-18 09:11 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Told you so)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"I have a very strict policy about when I'll sleep with a person, anyhow. They have to be sober enough to get me out of my trousers."

Which didn't seem like that big a deal, but would probably make more sense once the tight leather pants walked into the room with Jono wearing them.

"I could probably be ready to be over there in... twenty minutes? I have to feed Joni before I go, or she'll be crawling up my leg yowling when I get back again."

Again, context probably helped with that one, Jon.

Date: 2014-12-18 09:27 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Told you so)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"Worthingtons will be Worthingtons," Jono muttered, shaking his head as he made his way up the stairs to his kitchen, pulling out some cat food with Joni hot on his heels. And mostly underfoot, as well. "Ruddy plonkers, th'lot of them."

He had yet to meet a Warren he actually liked. It didn't matter that he hadn't met Emma's, yet.

"If she took you being a mutant well enough that she's still drinking and laughing with you, I suppose there's little harm in her knowing about me. She already knows I can speak-- it'd be hard to pull off the burn victim story after this call, at any rate. If she gets back before I get there, would you mind filling her in? Otherwise, I will. It's my mutation, anyway."

Date: 2014-12-18 09:58 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Told you so)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
Emma was welcome to sound as disgusted as she liked. Jono was no fan of Xavier, himself.

"Depending on how much drinking she's planning on doing, I can't imagine she'll be able to bite them all down. No matter, Emma... I don't mind fielding a few 'how do you eat' or 'how are you not dead's if it puts her mind at ease."

He was apparently mellowing some in his old age.

Date: 2014-12-18 10:11 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Told you so)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"If either of you can tolerate import lagers, you know that's my drink of choice. If not, it's fine. I'll take whatever either of you are up for. I'm not too proud to get drunk on something sweet and pink, if it comes to that, but I'm certain heard something about tequila..."

He could handle tequila.

Date: 2014-12-19 01:40 am (UTC)
furnaceface: (Told you so)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"I appreciate that, Emma, luv. Especially since sharing with me doesn't actually leave any less for you. I'm an inexpensive houseguest to have around, that way."

And he was about as amused as she was, really. Something about cheerful Emma was a bit contagious.

Date: 2014-12-19 04:48 pm (UTC)
furnaceface: (Default)
From: [personal profile] furnaceface
"For the-- Ah..." Jono glanced down at Joni, and the can of cat food he had half-scraped into the bowl, and then back at Joni. "If you insist, then. C'mon, little girl. We'll eat at Emma's, alright?"

That was a very pitiful meow that could probably be heard over the phone as Jono picked the tiny cat up and tucked her into his kitten-sized pocket.

"Won't be a long trip at all."

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