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Caritas, Saturday

Guess who still had all her girlparts today!

That's right. April did. Though she didn't know that this made her special until she got to the bar today and saw Tino in the lounge consoling his newly-male and even-uglier-than-usual girlfriend. If she had known, she would have come to work in a skirt today, just to be a jerk.

Sadly, it was not to be. Instead, she spent a few minutes working on a sign.

30% OFF YOUR FIRST DRINK IF YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH A PENIS

After a minute or two, she ordered Tino to go add the word "NEW" to the sign in between the last two words.

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Emma had woken up in New York, at Candy's flat after a study party, wearing...a different body than usual.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

She'd snuck out quickly, gone shopping for clothes that fit (and then stole them rather than pay with a credit card with a girl's name on it), and then headed for a place where she should be safe enough from people wanting to come over or hang out. And then, of course, texting Jack before heading to the bar.

"April, fabulous." Emma took a seat and adjusted her jacket. "Vodka, neat."

Jack had been, it had to be said, mildly irritated when Emma's text popped up. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate an impromptu visit, but you would think a woman as smart as she was would learn to look up or put a phases of the moon app or something on her phone.

Luckily, it was just enough before moonrise that he could have a drink with her on his way to Derek's, if they were quick about it.

But when he got to the bar, he was momentarily confused to see no girlfriend there at all. A familiar scent put him on to the game, but he decided to play dumb for just a moment.

It really was a pity they'd have to be quick tonight. He'd make up for the rush with a decadent brunch the next day.

"Hello," he said, dropping onto the barstool next to the dapper blond gentleman. "Have you seen a young woman who looked like she was waiting for someone?"

"Young, gorgeous, and utterly lovely? She left," Emma answered. "Sorry."

"Yes, but her best quality is her modesty," Jack nodded, face utterly straight. "Too bad, though. I don't have time to chase after her. I may just have a drink with you, if you're up for it."

Emma knew he knew, that was the joy of telepathy. But this was fun! And she could use the fun.

"I don't have any other plans for the evening, so you may as well," she answered, shrugging one shoulder. "Although it's my experience that gorgeous women are never modest. She must be messing with your mind."

"Wouldn't be the first time she's done that," Jack told "him." "But she's worth it. Usually. Have you ever known someone like that?"

"A few," Emma deadpanned, raising her glass to him. "They usually travel in packs."

Sorry, Sookie & Karla.

Jack raised his glass ~~that I modded into existence, nyah~~ in return. "Packs," he said. "Funny you'd use that word, given the reason I'm in a bit of a hurry tonight...."

"You have somewhere else you need to be, besides by the side of your mysterious vanishing lady?" Emma asked wryly.

She needed to put a moon-chart for 2013 on her phone or something and hide it so Candy or anyone else didn't stumble on it, although admittedly her planning for visits was usually not so spontaneous.

"Luckily you have time for one drink, though?"

"Sadly this is a night when I'm rather hazardous to her health," Jack said -- and if Emma hadn't already known he knew who she was, he imagined that tipped his hand. "I'll have to meet her for a very special brunch tomorrow. Do you think that might make amends?"

"Women are strange and fickle creatures, but spoiling them generally works," she agreed, giving him a half smile. "Although since she stood you up, I'm not sure amends need to be made."

Emma wasn't in any hurry to see if her diamond form could stand up to Jack's wolf. Ever.

"Would you like an escort to your destination after our drink? Or will you find your way yourself?"

"I wouldn't mind company for the walk," Jack said, with half a smile. "But the place I'm going isn't in the best part of the island. Would you be all right getting to your lodgings on your own, after?"

Derek's house was much less creepy now that Mike had been there a couple months. It was still pretty creepy.

"Does your island have a lot of muggers? Disreputable types?" Emma asked, smirking. "I think I can handle a walk to the hotel from wherever we go."

"I admire your bravery," Jack said, and raised a glass again. "And to answer your question -- I think we may be two of the more disreputable types on the island just now."

He didn't really think that, of course, but it seemed like the kind of thing Emma liked to hear. They had odd ways of flirting

Odd, very sexy ways of flirting.

"Well, you are accepting an invitation to go out walking with a man you've never met before," Emma pointed out. "I could be horribly dangerous."

"How do you know that I'm not?" Jack asked, leaning in closer and lowering his voice.

"I'm an excellent judge of character," Emma informed him loftily. "If you were up to something nefarious, I would know."

Jack cocked an eyebrow. "It takes a brave man to say that to a lycanthrope when the moon is full."

"The moon isn't up yet," she pointed out. "And you're not planning anything hideously horrible prior to that that I'd find objectionable."

Jack laughed, genuinely surprised and pleased. Being with Emma was making it easier for him to focus and keep the wolf at bay, though he knew it wouldn't work much longer. "Of course that wording allows me to do hideously horrible things to you as long as you find them agreeable."

"Then that doesn't make them very nefarious if I agree, now does it?" Emma asked, shooting him a grin as she finished off her drink. "Or horrible."

"You may have me there, oh clever stranger," Jack said, and adjusted his scarf about his neck before tossing a few dollars on the bar. "Shall we?"

"We shall. I'd hate for you to be late for your appointment," she agreed, standing up and putting the cash on the bar and waving at April. "After you, sir."

Okay, a blond guy who didn't look familiar but seemed to recognize her. Alright, this was a project.

April got to work on the drink, studying Emma as she did. Yeah, there weren't enough blond girls in town for this to be too hard. "...Emma," she guessed as she slid the drink across the bar.

"Are we quite sure you aren't a telepath?" Emma asked, catching the glass. "You know, I moved off-island. Over a year ago. I know I visit Jack regularly, but this nonsense needs to stop."

"Who said I wasn't a telepath?"

She wasn't, but this was potentially amusing.

"If you were, I'd know," Emma informed her. "...but it would also make a great joke about Jack and his taste in women."

"Let's lie and tell him you are one, just to see what he does."

April was Jack's taste in women? That was news.

"Sure," April agreed easily enough. "What do I tell him he's thinking of?"

What, deceiving her friends was always fun.

April was sassy and smart. That was...pretty much Jack's taste in people, including friends, regardless of gender.

"Jack? Tell him he thinks Derek's hair is dumb." Emma didn't even know Derek, no, but she didn't like what she'd heard. "Oh! Or Kaidan's. I think there's enough product in there that it can stand and walk on its own."

SORRY KAIDAN. EMMA LIKES YOU, BUT IT'S TRUE.

"Or that he's not allowed to fire the DJ this week, despite how bad the music is."

"The first part's accurate, at least," April acknowledged. "And here I thought the inside of Jack's brain was mostly bunnies and rainbows."

Well, you know. Sassy, smart, telepathic bunnies, maybe.

Great. Now Emma was going to have the mental image of sassy telepathic bunnies. Although that could be an interesting metaphor for their love-life.

"The inside of Jack's head is supernatural law rights, food, the occasional Victorianism, sex, paperwork, more food, and the occasional weird-out that he's teaching," Emma offered. "I don't need to actually look anymore to know what he's thinking most of the time."

"Really, he's a boy. Food is always a safe guess."

~~Bunnies aren't cute like everybody supposes. They got them hoppy feet and twitchy little noses...~~

"Kind of amazed that food trumps sex," April commented. Which was, if you knew April, a pretty significant compliment to Emma. "And that none of those categories are 'how awesome April is.'"

Emma considered that before knocking back the rest of her vodka and signally for another one. "Maybe because without food, there's no energy for sex?" she suggested, batting her lashes at April. "But that was sweet, thank you."

"I'm feeling a bit..." she gestured to her body. "...discombobulated. I like being hot and female. I do it well. Now even my hands feel too big."

April passed her another drink. "You're not that bad-looking," she offered. "Not that I'd be lining up at the door to do it myself. Gross."

Not guys in particular, of course, but personally being one held no appeal for her.

"So gross," Emma agreed. "I'd stayed the night at a friend's place, and had to sneak out before she saw me."

"Girl pants do not fit boy legs. I looked like a hobo."

"Or worse. A hipster."

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April gave a dramatic gasp at that. "My god! Not a hipster!"

You enjoy those theatrics from her, Emma. They were pretty rare, after all. "If I ever turn into a guy, I'd better be, like, a shrimpy one that can fit into skinny jeans," she concluded. "Otherwise I'm gonna have no clothes."

I wanna go to this (http://www.goldstar.com/events/chicago-il/dont-blink-a-doctor-who-burlesque).

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