Room 222, Monday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

When Jack decided he was going to do something, he usually made it happen, and the sheer perversity of technology be damned. And so it was that he came to spend Monday night relaxed on his bed, Count Orlok playing on a portable DVD player propped on a pillow in front of him.

It wasn't so different from the films he'd seen at home, really. Just .... longer. Longer and darker and who could possibly think vampires looked like that? But the plot was easy enough to follow once he recognized Stoker's novel. A tad ridiculous, but still easy to follow, and not much like Darkest Night at all.

He idly scratched notes on a tablet as he watched. He might claim they were for Mitchell or for Sebastien, but mostly they were for himself. The door was cracked so he could see people coming and going in the hallway, even though he had no reason to expect visitors.

[OOC: Open room post, yep. Nosferatu being out of copyright is WIN -- unless you're one of Murnau's heirs, of course.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"There might be a club, but I meant his television program. He works on something called Darkest Night. It's awful."

He grinned back at her. "Do you know Tony, then?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma shook her head. "I think I've chatted with him once or twice," she said, "But I don't actually know him that well. He works in television, then? That must be quite interesting."

Considering how one of those nights was their ill-advised 'walk', Emma didn't recall much of what she and Tony had discussed.

[bitten_notshy]

"We're friends," Jack said. "He's a production assistant for the show. It's a bit like what he does for the play -- stage managing -- but different in spots."

"His birthday's tomorrow. Dinah's throwing him a party."

[icecoldfrost]

"A party?" Emma hummed to herself, tapping her fingers against the bedspread. "It wouldn't do to miss a classmate's birthday, of course. Do you know if he has a favorite wine?"

You didn't need a fake ID to buy alcohol when you were a telepath.

[bitten_notshy]

"At Chilly Boulder, tomorrow evening," Jack said. "And I don't know that I've ever seen him drink."

Which didn't mean much; Jack didn't drink terribly often himself, unless good cognac was being offered. He liked being in full possession of his senses.

"If you were going anyhow, I could walk with you."

It wasn't a date. Jack wasn't mad enough to take a date to his lover's birthday party; that would be tacky. But if Emma didn't mind the company...

[icecoldfrost]

Emma wasn't looking, but she wasn't actively shielding against Jack either, so bits and pieces of his inner-monologue flitted past her like fragmented butterflies.

Oh hell, she'd been hitting on Jack while sitting next to one of his special friends. Tacky, Emma.

"I was going to see if I could convince Karla to part with one of her bottles - that girl has some wicked wine - but if the party is at the ice cream parlour, that wouldn't be appropriate," she laughed. "We got in enough trouble the last time we cracked one of those open. I think I recall something about trying to find people to teach us dirty songs."

"An escort, however, would be appreciated," Emma continued. "Since I'm not quite sure where the shop is."

[bitten_notshy]

He'd been hitting on her right back; it was part of why he got twitchy enough to suggest the ill-fated walk. He might have gone out of his way to make Sebastien jealous, but Tony was not Sebastien.

"I don't know," he said, mock-thoughtfully. "Tony might like a good dirty song or three for his birthday. And I've been to the shop -- I can certainly escort you."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma's grin widened. "In that case, I shall have to figure out if Karla and I can sing in harmony," she decided. "And find out if we did manage to learn any; most everything from that night is rather fuzzy from that point onward."

"I know plenty of dirty jokes, but sadly the drinking song has fallen out-of-favor."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed. "It is terribly sad," he agreed, putting on a mock-solemn expression. "We'll have to discuss this again sometime."