Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, NY. Sunday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

It had been the best place Emma could find with the little she could afford as rent and her unwillingness to have a stranger as a roommate. Sure, in ten years Bed-Stuy was going to be very hip, but this was now, and it was still Brooklyn. And it was still costing her a fortune at $650 a month. At least the brownstone her studio was in was in good repair, and Emma's little room had recently been redone, with new paint and windows, to better block out the noise of the street.

And despite the fact she'd only been there a few weeks, there were books everywhere. Emma was taking a double course load - again - and was doing her best to ignore the increasingly distracting texts that Jack kept sending her so she could focus on writing her paper on Dewey's philosophy of education against current teaching trends.

Yes, this is what she did for fun. And maths. Maybe it wasn't too late to add a maths class...

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, and an unexpected visitor!]

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[icecoldfrost]

"When you're a woman, you're expected to forgo comfort in favor of style and class," Emma said dryly. "Being a bit chilly around the ankles is considered child's play."

"But if you're willing to be my date for the evening..." Emma crossed the tiny space to a closet, opening it to offer Jack a cardigan. The entire apartment was perhaps 300 square feet, although Emma had clearly done her best to make it cozy rather than cluttered. "Where shall we go? Chinese? Thai? Russian? Italian? There's supposedly a killer kosher deli down a few blocks, if we can find it..."

She shot him an impish grin over her shoulder as she rooted for a sweater for herself. "We can go as fancy as you like; I could use practice zapping waiters when the bill comes."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack considered the question as he slipped into the cardigan and cuffed it at the sleeves. "What's the place that would make your classmates the most jealous if you dropped the name?" he asked. "No point having a dinner date in New Amsterdam if not to be seen, and I'll handle the bill if you convince them we have a reservation."

His eyes were approving as he took in the apartment. It was tiny, but showed taste.

[icecoldfrost]

"There's the Bull & Bear, of course," she mused. "Barbetta, the 21 Club, Istana, Post House, Library at 540...any of those would be lovely."

Although she narrowed her eyes at him in mock-suspicion. "You aren't here to try and turn my reputation of Ice Queen Frost into a lesbian, are you, Jack? Because you might just make my classmates die of scandal."

[bitten_notshy]

"I like the sound of the last one," Jack decided, for no better reason than he liked libraries, then waved a hand through the air to dismiss her concern. "And of course not. As entertaining as it would be to cause a scandal, in public we're boarding school chums out for a night. Perfectly chaste. The lesbian bits can start after we're safely back behind closed doors."

This was ... not entirely a joke, though he'd enjoy the date even if his peck on her cheek at the door was the most contact they had.

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, we'll get free entertainment at the Library!" Emma laughed. "It's rather hilarious to watch a bunch of portly, professorial-types turn around when pretty girls walk in."

"I hear they even have a decent steak, too, although I know it's not that time of the month for you," she continued, grabbing her purse. "This should be fun!"

Emma had not had the energy to crash any fancy parties, lately, so this would suffice.

[bitten_notshy]

"Sounds perfect. And I can eat a steak any time of the month," Jack joked. "I'm glad I came. You shouldn't spend all your time shut up with your papers. All work and no play, and all of that."

[icecoldfrost]

"But school is fun!" she protested, even as she started unlocking the door. "Well, my classmates are co-ed idiots, and the professors are slow, but the material is fun!"

Most (well-adjusted) people don't count studying as fun, Emma.

"Come on, we'll have to take the bus out of Brooklyn, but once we're closer I'll zap us a nice horse and carriage ride to the restaurant."

[bitten_notshy]

"Like home, except the bus part," Jack said approvingly.

He would have suggested a cab, except he suspected they didn't come to this block.

"Let's go. You can tell me how awful your professors are, and i'll counter with tales of the island's new werewolf."