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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

Of course Emma had skipped the newbie weekend. She had ~~a player who was afk~~ graduated and had important things to do in the city, before she was living there full time. Besides, the fireworks in NYC were fabulous.

Since it was her night to work, she had wandered back just before opening. It was entirely possible that a particular little telepath had stayed up far too late, as she found all the fervent 'Americana' funny, especially since she knew exactly how patriotic so many of the revelers were.

The Devil's Nest was open, and tonight Emma was handing out glow-sticks, since sparklers were a Bad Plan.

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Pay your cover fee, get your ID checked, and/or flirt with the hostess.

Hercules arrived at The Devil's Nest dressed in normal person clothes. So this meant he was in a tight white t-shirt, jean shorts, and a belt with a big lion head buckle, because he could.

He grinned at the young hostess. "The bar has a cover tonight? Is there live music?"

Helloooooooooo very nicely toned muscle-man. Emma did not mind this view in the slightest, even if his large belt-buckle tempted fate with crude jokes.

Also, jean shorts were not-quite-dress-code, but she was willing to let it slide.

"There's always a cover at Devil's Nest," she replied, dimpling sweetly. "And while it's not live musicians, our house DJ is constantly mixing tunes and trying out new tracks."

"I see," Hercules said, pondering for a moment if the cover charge was worth it. "Is the drink strong, here?"

Not that he could imbibe as was his former habit anymore, but Herc still had standards.

Olympians did not drink Miller Lite, for instance.

"Our proprietor is a former viking," Emma informed him. "I don't think Eric would let Tiny stock anything that has more water than alcohol in the ingredients."

"...Viking," Herc said, thinking about that one for a moment. "I suppose those who worship the gods of Asgard cannot be all bad. I shall enter!"

He pulled out his wallet. "How much is the damage?"

"I'll need to see your ID as well," she said, giving him the ~~handwavey~~ total. "While you appear to be of legal age, you never know around here."

She could peek, yes, but that seemed almost too easy (and boring) with someone this open. Emma was pretty sure she'd be able to hear him across the country.

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Hercules produced his ID, which was totally fake.

They tended not to issue drivers licenses with birthdates in the BC.

"I hope this suffices," he said, showing his old Victor Tegler ID from the whole 'Civil War' fake identity time. "I don't have one with my real name on it. I have trouble with that."

Hey, at least he was honest.

"Yeah?" she asked, looking it over. Hey, it was a decent fake. "What's your real name?"

"Hercules," he said, with a little charming smile. "From Greece."

He always thought that sounded impressive. Herc just liked saying it, really.

"Hercules," Emma repeated doubtfully. "Of Greece."

Which of course necessitated a peek inside his brain and Emma almost blinked under the sheer amount of memory in there. He was either utterly delusional, or actually Hercules. Either way, he was legal.

"You are, aren't you?" she mused, handing back his ID along with a wristband to show he was the proper age. "You should go visit Chuck at Caritas sometime. I hear he does decent fakes."

"I am," Hercules said with a grin. "And... I am rather fond of my current ID. Do you think I should replace it? Is it not going to pass with the other guardians of this bar?"

"Tell me a story about your weekend, Emma," Jack requested, as he obediently held his hand out to be marked.

It was his way of telling her he missed her.

"Not much to tell," she replied, which was her way of saying she'd missed him too. "I set up a PO box near the campus, so that I have an address that won't change every time I change dorms, and I went on a campus tour."

"There were some splendid fireworks," Emma continued as she marked his hand and then offered him a glow-stick. "But that's it, truly."

Jack took the glow-stick and scribbled with it in the air, childlike for the second.

"Better weekend than mine," he said. "I got some bad news, that's about it. I like that the island is by London now. We should go someday..."

"We can go every day if you like," she promised, knowing that was most likely equivalent to offering a child a candy store. "What sort of bad news?"

"I'd like that. It's a long time ago, but the city's not changed so much." Kid in a caaaaaandy store, yes.

He squinted a bit at her question, trying and failing to make the shift in topic somewhat less awkward. "Oh. Er. Did you take Mitchell's class when his friend Annie visited?"

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"I don't think so," she answered, shaking her head. "Why?"

Although Emma's heart was already sinking, as nothing to do with Mitchell ever seemed to turn out well.

It really didn't, did it?

Jack opened his mouth to explain, then thought better of it and gave Emma a small, apologetic smile instead. No point getting her worked up, not when neither of them could do anything. "She was a ghost," he said. "Sweet girl, when I saw her. She ... moved on to another world. Mitchell's broken up about it, is all."

Emma just gave him a sad little half-smile and leaned in to kiss him. <<You're a horrid liar, Mr. Priest,>> she sighed in his head. <<But later, I want to know the truth.>>

Sorry, Jack. Telepath.

Jack kissed her back, lightly. <<Be careful what you wish for, Miss Frost.>>

Whether he was normally a good liar or not didn't matter; at this point, he couldn't lie to Emma.

He suspected this might lead to trouble.

Stepping back, Jack added aloud, "What day would you like to go exploring in London?"

To be fair, when it came to Emma, most things lead to trouble.

"Any day you like," she promised, drawing back slightly and giving his hand a squeeze. "I don't have any TA responsibilities this term."

Jack had a shortage of friends who didn't usually eventually lead to trouble. It was almost as if he were causing it.

"Friday," he suggested. "Then we can stay the weekend,. if we want."

Where Tiny is on-duty, mixing up any kind of drink you can come up with.

It's what you're here for, right?

Where the sexy vampires dwell.

I need cherry coke!

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