Luxury Suite at the Roosevelt Hotel -- Emma's Manhattan -- Late Late Thursday Night

[icecoldfrost]

When they got back to the hotel, Emma was positively giddy. She'd gotten them two-bedroom luxury suites at the Roosevelt Hotel, and ordered up oodles of desserts and drinks from room service.

"Now that is what I call a party," she laughed, popping open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to us, gentlemen."

[OOC: LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOYS! Post One | Post Two | Post Three | Post Four.]

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[furnaceface]

//Mmm,// Jono replied, content to linger near the wall, putting some distance between himself and the food. And the champagne. And the like. //And to th'fall of the Sentinels before they've even had a chance to rise.//

Not that he thought for a moment that they'd completely put an end to the Sentinel project. But any setbacks they could cause, particularly ones in the range of 'three million in diamonds,' were nice.

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't be grumpy, darling, we deserve to celebrate," Emma chided. "Pick a dessert, Jonothon. You deserve a night of indulging yourself."

[furnaceface]

Jono hesitated for a moment at that, looking back and forth between Emma and the dessert tray before giving his shoulders a shrug and pointing toward what looked like it was possibly the richest, most sickeningly chocolatey piece of cheesecake that had ever existed.

Well, she'd said to indulge.

//That one, then,// he replied, looking back to Emma. //Even if I do manage 'grumpy' like a professional.//

It was his thing.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma just laughed and grabbed a fork, raising it in a toast. "For you, then. You ought to be glad I'm not on a diet."

[furnaceface]

//Oh, I am, luv,// Jono replied, raising his arm in an empty-handed echo of her toast. //Perhaps I ought to be sittin' down first, for this.//

... Look, he'd learned from the hot chocolate in the wintertime that rich flavours were hell on the knees, after being without taste for so long. Yes, he was absolutely making his way toward a chair.

[icecoldfrost]

She waited until he was seated before establishing the mental link and taking a big bite. <<As good as you hoped, darling?>>

[furnaceface]

Considering the only thing keeping Jono from voicing an appreciative groan just then was his lack of throat, it was possible that the cheesecake actually surpassed expectation.

Other indications might be the way his eyes slid shut, and he leaned back in the chair, raising one hand to run through his hair.

//I'd say so,// he reported, a moment later when he realized that he probably looked like an absolute bloody twonk. //And then some.//

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was not allowed to make a joke about chocolate being better than sex. It would be tacky.

"You ought to let me do this more," she scolded instead before taking another bite. "Or we work with your powers to see if you can do it yourself."

[furnaceface]

See, instead of winding his fingers through his own hair and risking pulling it out in tufts while he tasted, Jono was now moving both hands to grasp firmly at the edges of his jacket. He could tie it in knots, at this point. It was all good.

//Myself?// If he seemed a little slow, it was because of a touch of sensory overload. Please hold. //Jus' like that? Tune into somebody else eating?//

[icecoldfrost]

This? This was scientific proof that chocolate was orgasmic or something.

"You are a psion, and you're talking to me right now," she pointed out, taking a quick sip of water to give him a moment to breathe. Metaphorically. "We won't know until we try."

[furnaceface]

//I... suppose tryin' couldn't... hurt?//

Please, do try to sound less confident, Jonothon.

//I can almost touch on th'edges of picking up from others,// he added, after a moment. //I can... hear, with some focus, if they want me to. Taste seems more... subtle, somehow. More difficult to direct.//

And yet, so, so worthwhile.

[icecoldfrost]

"Darling, if there's one thing I know, it's subtle applications of telepathy," Emma pointed out. "I don't do brute force unless I have no option. There's no art to that."

"You're a bit...different." See Emma's version of tact! "But if you can pick some things up, I don't see why we can't get you at least a little taste."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little, mulling over that one with his eyes turned to the ceiling for a moment more before looking at Emma again.

//Could be useful,// he decided.

For more than just taste, he supposed. But taste seemed like a good place to start.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"'M guessin' that Gift o' yers is a bit more annoyin' than useful," George said, wandering over to Jono.

[furnaceface]

Jono glanced up at George as he wandered over, and then he lifted his shoulders slightly. They seemed so much more eloquent than he could ever be, on matters like that one.

//'Gift' is a very loose term for it,// he acknowledged.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tis what they'd call it at home," he pointed out. "Doesn' necessarily mean tisn' - I don' even know what 'tis."

[furnaceface]

//Where I'm from, it's a mutation,// Jono offered. //Not that th'terminology really makes much difference in th'end. All anybody really needs to know 'bout it is I'm th'bloke who blew his own face off with it.//

Not that he'd been using that face or anything. Really.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He wasn't going to ask if it was on accident. Cause that was just stupid. Shh.

"Not th'best thing ever t'happen, 'm sure."

[furnaceface]

//I could've certainly done without,// Jono agreed, shrugging. //Not much t'be done about it now, I suppose. At least I can speak, more or less.//

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George was not sure this was what he called a party. He couldn't help thinking of the Dove and th' lasses there. The boys celebrating and once in a while gettin' a nod or a smile from th'Rogue and his Court.

But this wasn't bad a'tall.

"Ye definitely delivered on that promise," George said. "More than ye expected to, aye?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Maybe a bit," Emma allowed. "And more than Beka may be pleased with, so we won't mention that last little bit."

Somehow, Emma thought that George might want to avoid that lecture as much as she did.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He snorted as he raised an eyebrow at Emma. "Oh, but I so often do go runnin' t'nearest Dog t'tell them of me indiscretions," he agreed. "Really? Y'don' think I should be tellin' Beka?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, more along the lines of not saying anything if you don't know where that cat of hers is," Emma answered, making a face. "Pounce may be a cat of uncommonly good sense, but I don't think he'd hesitate to blackmail me for fish."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"I absolutely will not be tellin' Pounce," George said instantly. "An' I won' be tellin' Beka nothin' either. Though she's smart enough t'suss it out. I'd be careful around yer roommate fer a bit."

[icecoldfrost]

"Beka automatically assumes I'm up to no good," Emma pointed out. "If I try to act like I did nothing, then she'll know I'm guilty."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

It was a valid point, and George might consider that a little bit.

"She'll know it anyway," he decided. "She's a Terrier. Tisn' somethin' th'lass'll miss." He shrugged. "Hopefully she'll get distracted."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma grinned sharply. "I'll take her shopping."

That would distract Beka plenty.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George snickered, ducking his head. "Oh, aye, 'm sure I can see her bein' completely distracted."

[icecoldfrost]

She laughed at the mental image of Beka on Fifth Avenue and held out her hand, making a 'gimmie' gesture at him. "Now give us the loot, darling. I can't split it up for us if you keep the whole bag."

He probably already helped himself; Emma would have, in his place, but she did need to count some out for Jono and Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"To us," Jack agreed, and held his glass out to be filled. "I've never had such a good time committing a felony."

He realized, with a twinge of conscience, that this was yet another adventure he wouldn't tell Sebastien about. He was racking those up lately.

[icecoldfrost]

They'd been Doing Good! Of course he could tell Sebastien! ...Although Emma doubted that the Detective would be thrilled with her for pulling his ward into a den of iniquity.

"I'm thrilled, darling," she replied, pouring the champagne for him, although her tone wasn't as warm as it usually was. 'We were marvelous."

[bitten_notshy]

Sebastien might just have a little problem with anything where Jack might get arrested.

"You're a good actress," Jack said, trying to remind her that was all he had done. Acting.

[icecoldfrost]

"You only have yourself to blame for that, getting me involved with that community drama group," Emma declared loftily.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"What's th' point if ye don' have fun wit' it?" George asked, still a little smirky at the whole 'Jack got champagne thrown on him.'

[bitten_notshy]

"Diamonds aren't enough for you?" Jack asked.

[OOC: Need early night, SP is love?]

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Jus' makes th' whole experience better," he teased a little.

[Sleep well! SP is love!]