Hotel Bar, London, Thursday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

Emma's portal was letting her out just a few blocks from the hotel she'd chosen, so it was easiest for Jack to just meet her in the bar there. He ordered a cognac, not really sipping much at all as he waited.

When Emma had informed him she was staying in a hotel and not with him, he'd been a bit hurt but too grateful she was coming at all to argue. Now, two long weeks later, he was happy he could be here where Sebastien wasn't. He needed rest and normalcy (or as much normalcy as one got with a psychic, anyhow) and that was outweighing his usual fierce desire for his vampire.

He felt more than a bit guilty about leaving the group in Bristol so abruptly; he'd have to make sure to call to check in. Still, there was something to be said for recovering almost alone.

[OOC: NFB. For Emma and for SP -- though I'm not averse to other phone calls.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"Horribly deceived," she agreed with a sigh. "Will you ever be able to forgive me, Mr. Priest?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Eventually," Jack said thoughtfully. "Thought of course it won't be easy. You'll have to let me show you a wonderful weekend, first."

And by 'wonderful,' he meant 'so busy they wouldn't have much time to think.'

[icecoldfrost]

"I place myself and my redemption in your capable hands, then," Emma promised. Too busy to think sounded fantastic to her. "So long as there is some divine food sometime tonight, and a repeat trip to the museum."

[bitten_notshy]

"Strangely enough, I think all of that can be managed," Jack said. "And I promised you a trip to school with me tomorrow -- though I won't be angry if you back out of that."

[icecoldfrost]

"Oh no. I want to go, and see if you can keep a straight face while I'm running a mental commentary on your classmates," Emma sang, reaching out to bop his nose with her finger. "I want to see how oh-so-terribly British your friends are."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed more genuinely. "Ridiculously. They'll offer you treacle pudding and mushy peas right off the bat, but make you sing 'Rule Brittania' before you so much as take a bite of anything -- all while maintaining a stiff upper lip, of course."

None of this was remotely true.

[icecoldfrost]

"So they're going to ply me with sweets and tales of what a horrible influence you have been. Got it," she replied cheerfully. "I hope you haven't been encouraging that urban legend that American girls are easy."

[bitten_notshy]

"This is the first I've ever heard that legend, so no is a safe guess," Jack answered, swirling his glass a bit. "I suppose asking if it's true would get me smacked."

[icecoldfrost]

"Perhaps, or perhaps I'd simply sulk and you'd get your drink confiscated," she admitted. "Or you'd have to buy me one of my own."

[bitten_notshy]

"I could just buy you a drink right now," Jack said, realizing he'd been remiss as he signaled to the waiter. "How's Fandom, by the by? Did I miss frogs raining from the sky or plagues of locusts?"

[icecoldfrost]

"No real oddities, beyond that day we were all compelled to lose our brain-to-mouth filters," Emma answered, giving him a bright smile. "Almost normal, really, which is appallingly worrisome. Just watch, next week, we'll all turn into animals."

[bitten_notshy]

"Cutest island ever," Jack declared. "Though perhaps a tiny bit worrisome if that one got me. I've had to ask for permission to turn things in late enough for one semester."

[icecoldfrost]

"We have got to find some way to get the portals to dump us back two days before we left. Think of all we could get done," she agreed. "Then you wouldn't have to fret about missed deadlines, and we'd have lots of free time to amuse ourselves."

[bitten_notshy]

"If I could go to 1899, I should be able to go to two weeks ago," Jack agreed. "You should see if they'd sell you that kind of ticket, just out of curiosity."