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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[furnaceface]

"Well, people in general have a tendency to be irritating," Jono pointed out logically, once he wrapped his head around the 'hot' bit. That one still tended to catch him off-guard. "If you two don't mind my stopping by, ah..."

He sort of hedged at that for a moment before just coming out with it, "It's alright, Emma? My being there wouldn't cause any trouble?"

For any one of the various reasons that someone like Jonothon showing up there might?

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes, Candy, he's cute. No, Jono, you being here won't cause any trouble, so long as you don't mind crashing on the futon with us or grabbing one of the sleeping bags," Emma said, pausing long enough only to finish her last shot, and Candy cheered. "You'll be, like, the fourth person ever to be inside my apartment. I'll text you the address."

"Candy, no trying to sleep with Jon." There was a disappointed 'boo' in the background, but Emma kept talking. "This is not a No Pants party."

[furnaceface]

"I have a very strict policy about when I'll sleep with a person, anyhow. They have to be sober enough to get me out of my trousers."

Which didn't seem like that big a deal, but would probably make more sense once the tight leather pants walked into the room with Jono wearing them.

"I could probably be ready to be over there in... twenty minutes? I have to feed Joni before I go, or she'll be crawling up my leg yowling when I get back again."

Again, context probably helped with that one, Jon.

[icecoldfrost]

"That sounds filthy. Where's my purse? I'm gonna go get more booze and kool-aide and Sugar Bombs!" Candy yelled, and a moment later, Jono could probably hear the door slam.

"As to your unspoken question," Emma continued, "--Candy knows I'm a mutant. I told her last week because I was sick of waiting for Worthington to come out of the closet. Which, it'll probably look bad for him that her best friend was willing to trust her enough to confess to being a mutant and her boyfriend wouldn't, but that's not my problem."

"I can tell her before you get here, you can tell her, or we can go with the burn-victim story, but it's your choice."

[furnaceface]

"Worthingtons will be Worthingtons," Jono muttered, shaking his head as he made his way up the stairs to his kitchen, pulling out some cat food with Joni hot on his heels. And mostly underfoot, as well. "Ruddy plonkers, th'lot of them."

He had yet to meet a Warren he actually liked. It didn't matter that he hadn't met Emma's, yet.

"If she took you being a mutant well enough that she's still drinking and laughing with you, I suppose there's little harm in her knowing about me. She already knows I can speak-- it'd be hard to pull off the burn victim story after this call, at any rate. If she gets back before I get there, would you mind filling her in? Otherwise, I will. It's my mutation, anyway."

[icecoldfrost]

"He's terrified she'd reject him, because Xavier has them all convinced that all humans will always fear them unless they prove their worth." Yes, that was disgust in Emma's voice. "I'll tell her, and try to convince her to keep the hideously intrusive questions to a minimum, but Candy's rather like a kitten in that regard; her claws are sharp, but she doesn't mean any harm."

[furnaceface]

Emma was welcome to sound as disgusted as she liked. Jono was no fan of Xavier, himself.

"Depending on how much drinking she's planning on doing, I can't imagine she'll be able to bite them all down. No matter, Emma... I don't mind fielding a few 'how do you eat' or 'how are you not dead's if it puts her mind at ease."

He was apparently mellowing some in his old age.

[icecoldfrost]

"It'll probably be 'how do you eat/drink?', and then she'll offer to drink for you," Emma replied fondly. "Which, if you want anything, tell me now so I can text her."

[furnaceface]

"If either of you can tolerate import lagers, you know that's my drink of choice. If not, it's fine. I'll take whatever either of you are up for. I'm not too proud to get drunk on something sweet and pink, if it comes to that, but I'm certain heard something about tequila..."

He could handle tequila.

[icecoldfrost]

"My tequila," Emma replied cheerfully. "But I'll share, and I'm sure Candy will get us more, since my bottle is running low."

The girls had already been drinking for awhile, obviously.

[furnaceface]

"I appreciate that, Emma, luv. Especially since sharing with me doesn't actually leave any less for you. I'm an inexpensive houseguest to have around, that way."

And he was about as amused as she was, really. Something about cheerful Emma was a bit contagious.

[icecoldfrost]

"Oh shush with your logic and stuff," Emma huffed. "Feed the cat, and-- no. Put the cat in the carrier and pack your bag. You're coming for the weekend."

[furnaceface]

"For the-- Ah..." Jono glanced down at Joni, and the can of cat food he had half-scraped into the bowl, and then back at Joni. "If you insist, then. C'mon, little girl. We'll eat at Emma's, alright?"

That was a very pitiful meow that could probably be heard over the phone as Jono picked the tiny cat up and tucked her into his kitten-sized pocket.

"Won't be a long trip at all."