Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. [Feb 1st, Evening, Marvel Time//Thursday Afternoon, Fandom Time.]

[icecoldfrost]

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.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"I even took two whole weeks off work," Emma informed him proudly. "...I don't suppose I can seduce you away for a long weekend? Possibly involving a trip somewhere with sunshine, room service, and no internet so I can't check my email?"

Emma loved New York. Emma also loved occasionally going on very sexy vacations with other people.

[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."

[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.

[icecoldfrost]

"Everyone does Mexico... how does Italy sound?" she asked, clinking her shot glass against Candy's before downing it.

They'd done Greece - Greece had seers that foretold shit things. Russia was out. France had been her last trip with Christian.

[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."