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Movie Sign Theater 3000, Friday Night

After ~~handwavily~~ deciding to spend a night out from the dorms, they had finally decided on a movie with treats.

"I think I saw the original version of this on television once," she mused as they waited in line for popcorn. "Or at least the television series. My older sister has an unhealthy obsession with the genre."

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[OOC: For the not-a-date, up early for massive SP joy.]

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"What's the genre?" Jack asked, patting the ticket in his pocket. "It's about people at a school for the arts, isn't it?"

It didn't seem to him that you needed so many stories about that.

"Something like that," she agreed easily. "The trials and tribulations of being a student artist, and the sacrifices you must make simply to make it to graduation, let alone practice your craft professionally, without being labeled a 'sell-out.'"

Emma did not plan on taking this movie seriously, no. Movies like this were for mocking.

Jack snorted. "I think you have to be born with some money to feel that way," he said, "... no offense, Emma. But anyone who's spent any time hungry couldn't glamorize it, or have a horror of making money."

Emma just laughed. "None taken, darling," she assured him. "Although any idiot can glamorize the suffering and trials of the poor; have you seen any of the BBC renditions of Dickens' books? Talk about missing the point of his works entirely, and I doubt public television is raking in the big money."

"Would it terribly depress you if I mentioned I never had enough to eat until I was seven?" Jack asked casually, as they reached the counter. "People who read Dickens as having liked the workhouse are morons. A large popcorn and a box of chocolates, please."

"Depress me? No. Make me angry at society and tempted to make than an extra-large popcorn to fill you out a little more? Of course," she replied, looping one arm around his and giving it a squeeze. "I don't get depressed, darling, I get even."

Just over a year of not having enough food had been bad enough, as far as Emma was concerned. Seven meant that Jack could have all the junk food he wanted.

"Not as if either of us passes up food," Jack said lightly, as he paid for the popcorn and candy. "I'm not so thin anymore, at least."

He started walking toward the theater. "how do you plan to get even with society as a whole?"

Drats. Emma wasn't surprised that Jack had noticed her habits, given his habit of playing boy-detective, but that didn't mean she had to like being caught-out. It was sloppy of her, for starters.

"You show me any growing high school student that passes up food, and I'll show you an impostor," she teased, keeping pace with him. "Have you seen the way people gravitate towards common rooms the moment someone starts cooking? It's an invisible siren's lure to anyone in the building at the time."

"Besides, if you were still that thin, I would have to take it up with that guardian of yours. I doubt his preferences for clever women include having one beat him about the head with a cookbook." No, Emma did not particularly care that she couldn't cook, or whether or not Jack's vampire needed to eat. It was the thought that counted.

"And if I tell you my nefarious plans, then they won't be a surprise, will they?" she teased. "Don't worry, darling, it involves crashing a lot more parties, and you're still invited."

The fact she said so much about it, of course, confirmed Jack's idle theory, but he'd dismiss that with a nod and a quick glance.

Ah, I forgot," he said. "You don't just want to rule the world; you want to surprise everyone else while you do it. Well, if there are parties, I'm in."

Usually if you babbled cheerfully on at people, they got hopelessly diverted. Still, Emma was more than willing to drop it if Jack was. This was too close to sharing for her tastes.

"It's no fun if it isn't a surprise," she agreed, giving him a wink before glancing around the theatre. "Why be dull when we can be fantastic?"

"Now, where do we want to sit?"

The prattling on trick only worked if you weren't so bald about dragging it out.

"How would you feel about exactly in the middle?" Jack asked. "Our fellows seem to have been kind enough to give us almost the whole theater. We may as well use it."

Or if people weren't half-as-clever as Jack. She wasn't used to dealing with anyone that astute outside the Frost clan.

"Then we're close enough to throw popcorn if we get truly annoyed," Emma laughed. "I feel like a queen, getting it to ourselves like this."

"So do you have any plans for break?" she asked as she picked her way to a seat. "Daring adventures, or a long bout of idleness?"

[OMG BUSY. Sorry!]

"Idleness," Jack said, sprawling to fill his seat. "I'm not even going to the Catskills. I'll visit Sebastien, and read, and see what the school is like when it's quiet." He reached to take her hand, idly. "Are you staying behind or heading away?"

"Going. I've never been on a vacation like this without my family, so it should be fun, and I like mountains," Emma replied, lacing her fingers with his. She rather liked his hands. "It should be a new experience."

"You wouldn't get lonely, wandering the halls with half the school gone? I think I would." She favored him with a small smile. "I've gotten used to all the chatter - " verbal and mental, " - and I think that much quiet would drive me mad."

Jack shook his head. The previews were starting, so he thought at her instead of speaking aloud. //I doubt I'll spend much time in the dorms//, he said. //There's Sebastien, of course, and I have a project I may work with Professor Mitchell on.//

< So the truth comes out, > she teased. < You're getting rid of the rest of us so you can scamper off with your vampire and enjoy thrilling escapades, with everyone none the wiser. >

Given two vampires were involved, there was a distinct startled pause in Jack's mind, there, before he thought at her again. //Thrilling escapades like playing gofer and buying him some new socks//, he informed her. //You'll no doubt have more fun swimming and dancing and -- do you think this movie they're advertising is really entirely made of explosions?//

He could be distracting, too.

Jack could be very distracting, but this wasn't one of those times. Emma favored him with her best 'Do You Really Think I'm That Dumb?' Look, despite the dim lighting of the theater. She'd seen how Jack looked at Sebastien last weekend.

< Oodles of socks, I'm sure, > she put in dryly. < And yes, darling, I'm sure it's full of things going boom. Mindless entertainment is all the rage these days. >

He'd stopped pushing for her earlier, she'd return the favor now. But that didn't mean she wouldn't sit on him in the not-fun-way later and pry it all out of him.

//The man would lose his head if I didn't check in every so often,// Jack put in airily. //Then he might be the ideal audience for a film like that.//

Emma snorted in amusement. < He'd get on well with Hank, then, > she replied. < Although Hank would most likely start prattling-on goodheartedly about how the science is wrong, even while eating all the sweets. >

//The science of vampires?// Jack wasn't following, but the current trailer was rather centered on people dancing in not very many clothes. He was distracted.

< The science of explosions, darling, she teased, leaning over to take some of the popcorn. < Hank is a bit... scattered, sometimes. Absentminded and not all there. If your Sebastien gets the same way without you, then maybe we should send them on a play-date together. > Except for the bit where Hank was, well, rather large. And furry. And not at all adept at social situations involving people that weren't Emma.

Still, Jack's distraction was obvious, and Emma hummed in amusement. < Well, now I know another type of movie that can hold your attention, besides the classics. >

Jack turned his head to grin at her. "As if the lady isn't as rapt as I am," he whispered.

"Entranced," she agreed cheerfully, closing the distance to just try and catch his lips in a quick, teasing kiss. < Although it's the company I find the most fascinating. >

Jack was too startled to do anything except kiss her back, the word love rising in his mind in a way that made him queasy. <<Thank you for the pretty compliment,>> he told her. <<Did you want something?>

"Yes." And lightning quick hands were snatching the chocolates away from him even as Emma happily settled back in her own chair, sticking out her tongue. "Too easily distracted by pretty girls, Mr. Priest."

< And get your mind out of the gutter. I'll have none of that nonsense of a perfectly good night out. >

"Pretty boys too, thank you very much," Jack said with feigned dignity. He resisted any urge to apologize. "Oh. The film's starting."

"Well I'm not a pretty boy today," she teased, turning her attention back to the screen. "That was a few weeks ago, and you missed out."

"Although luckily for both of us, there's most likely a plethora of pretty boys in this movie."

Mmm. Pretty. Emma was perfectly happy to ogle the oh-so-tormented artists while she mocked them.

"Too bad for me," Jack said, then settled into his seat. "Now hush. They're auditioning.

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