The Hellfire Club, Emma's New York, Friday Evening.

[icecoldfrost]

The message had only said that Jack required distraction, and so Emma had gotten them seats for the most distracting thing available: The Annual New York After-Dark Burlesque Review, hosted at - of course - The Hellfire Club. Because if you were going for decadence, you needed the perfect backdrop.

This wasn't the usual 'gentleman's club' section of the Club, either. New York's finest burlesque artists (and visual artists) were the ones throwing this party; meaning it was utterly gorgeous and equal oggle-tunity for everyone, no matter your personal tastes.

[OOC: For one & SP]

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[bitten_notshy]

"You could be the kind of salesgirl who makes the customers feel lucky you deign to wait on them," Jack suggested. "Or you could come back to Fandom for the summer, get Eric to overpay you, and come back to New York with enough savings to get you through the school year."

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, now that you mention it..." Smug Emma was smug, yes, and going to fish about in her tiny purse for a second to pull out a key with a paper tag saying "Dite's" on it. "I'll handwavily text Eric, too, but I've found someone to sublet the apartment for the summer."

"Of course, I'm charging her slightly more than what the rent actually is for the space, but I am leaving her all the pots & pans and such to use." Since Emma didn't need them. "Surprise?"

[bitten_notshy]

And that got Jack's attention away from Ms. Flexibility.

"Surprised," he confirmed. "And further proof you're my favorite."

[icecoldfrost]

"Considering that you'll be stuck with me under the same roof as you for a few months, I damn well better be your favorite," Emma pointed out, poking at his ribs. "I could have taken the apartment above Dite's, but, well, I don't want to live that close to work."

"Besides, the house needs a female influence around, to keep you all civilized."