fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

Get carded, pay your cover, and chat with the hostess.

"You'll write, right?" Kate asked in a drawl, by way of greeting, as she showed up for this one last time. "To tell me of all the glamorous things you'll be doing?"

"Why write? Cell phones are still brand-new, but there's still a line in my dorm room I assume," Emma replied. "I'll just call and bitch about the lack of texting, and badger you into coming over."

Kate snorted. "I don't think I need to be badgered," she admitted. "I mean, I'm gonna be in Kansas, and I have no plans to speak of for right now, except helping out my preggers aunt."

Jack obediently passed over the bills for his cover and held out his hand for its stamp. For Emma, he even skipped his ritual complaint about drinking ages.

"So when is your very last day on the island, anyhow?" he asked, trying for nonchalance and missing. "I'll leave very late Sunday. Couldn't resist one last bar shift with all the fresh blood."

"Thursday," Emma said breezily, refusing to let it bother her at all. "I don't have move-in until next week, but I need to spend some time with Hank and remind him of basic social skills. He gets lonely by himself."

"I don't want to think about what a lonely hank would do," Jack said. Not bothered at all, nope. (Emma could no doubt put the lie to that, if she was listening in, but he trusted she wouldn't. Or wouldn't say it, at least.)

He was too proud to invite himself to tag along to New York for a day or two, but: "We should have lunch or dinner that day. It's my last one at the law office."

"Lonely Hank starts doing Three Stooges routines with cadavers," Emma replied dryly. "The man may not know his own last name, but somehow he has all the movies memorized." Emma, of course, knew Hank's last name, thanks to Bobby, but she hadn't told him yet. She wanted to see how much they could uncover using her powers.

"But that sounds lovely. Shall I take a break from my packing to bring you a picnic lunch?"

"You know, the problem with having been in this time so long is that now I know what the Three Stooges are and I can picture that and it frightens me," Jack said. His tone was light, but he wasn't joking. Not entirely.

He shook it off. "... and on that note, yes, I should like a picnic. In the office, or should I shut up shop for a few hours?"

"Gentleman's choice," Emma decided. "...if I get to pick where we have dinner."

And, by implication, where she slept later.

<<Greedy girl>>, Jack thought, 'accidentally' letting her overhear him.

"The spot on the beach where we had the picnic before I left last summer," Jack said, nostalgic. "It's lovely, and nothing will happen in the law office anyhow."

"Now that you've said that, it will rain pudding on us tomorrow and we'll have to take shelter with the gremlins," Emma quipped, pretending she hadn't heard him. "Are you allowed a glass of wine on your lunch break, or is that against your contract?"

"I think Miss Cabot would forgive one glass of wine on my last day," Jack said, with a grin at her suggestion. "I finished my project, anyhow. I'll just be watching the phones."

"I solemnly swear not to prank-call you once we're done with lunch," Emma promised. She wasn't even lying! ...she'd get Karla to do it.

"Does this mean you're going to come keep me company at 'Dite's tomorrow, too?"

"I suppose I could clear my schedule enough to do that," Jack said, with a teasing sigh. "Since at the moment all I have to do is .... well. Nothing, as it happens."

Where Tiny only give alcohol to those of legal age.

For rocking out & lounging about.

No trespassers!

Eric was in his usual spot, with a medium-sized package in his hands.

After finishing his drink, he wandered over and handed it to her.

Being the practical sort, it was a college gift basket of what Eric considered to be the essentials: ear plugs, air fresheners, condoms, a bottle opener, an absolutely deadly (but small) knife, a number for a colleague of his involved in crossing borders quietly, and Eric's private cell phone number.

Like Emma would ever object to a present of any kind, even a practical one.

"This, I am going to have to have someone show me how to use properly," she commented, holding up the knife. "I know the pointy end goes in the other person, but they taught us fencing at my old school, not stabbing."

Eric smiled and took the knife back, then gave a very quick tutorial of the best places to hit someone with it if she wanted to maim, then to kill quietly.

Eric knew a lot of really useful things!

This is why being a telepath was lovely; with a quasi-endemic memory, Emma could parrot it all back to Eric, making sure she had it right.

"This is why you're the best boss," she said with relish, slipping it back into her package. "Who else will give me weapons, condoms, and shady contacts?"

Yes, Eric, you were shady too.

"...well, Karla might give me condoms, just because that's what you get somebody when you work at 'Dite's."

His smile was more fangy than strictly friendly, but he was pleased she liked the gifts. "We've had some bachelorette parties full of sorority girls come into Fangtasia," he said. "I thought the knife might be handy."

Eric didn't really enjoy those nights, obviously.

"I was a sorority girl," Emma reminded him mildly. "But you'll most likely be thrilled to know that I don't plan to pledge while I'm at ESU. I'll be far too busy studying how to take over the world."

Business and Education, with a minor in Psych. It was what all aspiring World Leaders should know.

"Somehow I can't see you wearing a hot pink t-shirt, reciting a cheer and then squealing loud enough to break glass," Eric replied.

"Pink is not my color," Emma pointed out, "unless you're referring to my powers, which was not my choice of manifestation."

"However, you are correct. I'd be more inclined to leave people like that with a compulsion to lick strangers than give them the time of day."

"Don't tell Pam that," Eric said. "She'd put you on speed dial and demand you deal with them when they show up."

Because of course Eric made Pam deal with them.

"What's in it for me if I do?" Besides the entertainment value.

"That would be up to Pam," Eric replied, smiling. "Monetary benefits, probably."

"If I don't have other plans for my spring break, I might have to take her up on it," Emma sighed, making a face. "I just got the list of textbooks for this semester, and I'm rather sure I could buy a small country for that amount of money."

Just because she had investments stashed away didn't mean she was willing to touch them. "And of course I have to go back to practically the birth of the internet. No online shopping for books, and no texting."

"No Angry Birds," Eric added. "Sounds barbaric."

He thought he was funny.

Truth be told, Eric wasn't exactly high up on Kate's list of people to say goodbye to. Or, technically, he wasn't on that list at all, or shouldn't have been, but...

But Kate was here, and even if that was just because it was Emma's last shift, she eventually drifted her way to the velvet rope, and gave Eric a little wave.

"Kate," Eric said with a little smile. "I heard I missed your farewell party at the theater."

"And you should be very sad about that," she replied without missing a beat. "The box office guy cried. It was almost gross but amazing."

"I had no idea you two were so close," Eric said dryly, "or is he just a crier by nature?"

"No, he's just been pretending to hate me and arguing with me the entire spring," Kate said, shrugging a shoulder. "I knew he totally secretly loved me and lo, it's been proven."

"Did you let him down easy?" Eric teased.

"Well, mostly I let him be," she replied with a lopsided smirk. "And I think he was trying to keep it on the down low. But I was fully prepared to explain to him how I have a wonderful boyfriend and our love could just never be."

"And learning about the boyfriend just might lead him down the road of really terrible poetry and no one needs that inflicted on us," Eric declared.

"Exactly," Kate decided with a firm nod. "And I don't need that, not when I'm about to leave."

"It might even make you leave sooner," Eric noted.

Her expression turned a little wry. "Doubt that," she admitted. "I mean, way worse things than bad poetry have happened to me here, and I still think someone's gonna have to drag me out of my room kicking and screaming."

"Won't be me," Eric said promptly. "But if it's Bo, make sure someone's taking pictures."

To keep the world from ending, of course.

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