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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[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!]