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Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Emma had had a busy last twenty-four hours, between opening Dite's, going to Kaeleer, and now swinging into Devil's Nest just in time for her shift, straight from her portal.

She was going to sit behind the bar and text tonight, thanks, sending Candy pictures of her outfit from last night and getting the gossip. She had to leave out details like the fact the party she'd been at was in another world, sure, but gossip was gossip.

The Devil's Nest is open, and Emma's making Tiny do all the work. As usual.

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Where Tiny will serve you, and Emma might strike up conversation if you're hot.

"How was Kaeleer?" Jack -- who assumed he was hot enough to get to talk to Emma -- asked. "Did you congratulate Karla for me?"

He couldn't join a court besides Sebastien's, but if he was going to it might well be Karla's.

"I caused a scene, Karla and Warren got engaged," she answered, flipping her phone around for him to see the photo she'd just texted to Candy. "And I looked magnificent."

Two of these things were clearly more important than the other, and both had to do with Emma. La.

Jack let out a low but impressive wolf whistle. "You'll have to model it for me at home," he said. "Congratulations to them. Do we owe them a gift? And how bad a scene?"

"I said my balls were bigger than Julian's," she replied cheerfully. "And that Karla should have made me her First Escort, although I don't mind that she gave it to Morton."

"I'm not suited for serving a Queen other than myself, although I do intend to audit her Steward's books to keep the man honest."

"You're vulgar," Jack said, but sounded pleased enough about it. "Well, I'm glad you amused yourself. Otherwise it would have been stuffy."

Jack knew Karla was rather the opposite of stuffy.

"How is our -- secondary -- queen getting on?"

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"She'll be fine once she stops making squeaky-noises," Emma said, smirking. "For someone who can read psychic scents, she can be rather dense when it comes to a boy's intentions. I do believe he actually caught her by surprise."

"Well done, Worthington," Jack said with a smirk. Surprising a psychic took a certain panache. "They seem young, but I suppose that stops mattering when you're a queen."

"Probably the incoming amounts of doom and violence make them think age doesn't matter," Emma agreed. "And it's not as if they're getting married right now. If they tried that, I think everyone would have a heart-attack."

Jack snorted. "And then you'd all fall all over each other trying to plan the thing. It would be extraordinary."

He glanced at Emma appraisingly out of the corner of his eye. "Is there something we should be doing about the doom and violence?" he asked. "I'm not in the court, but you are."

"Would YOU trust Karla to plan her own wedding?" No, Jack, just no.

But Emma put down her phone and leaned back on her chair, thoughtful. "But I'm not in the court either, not officially," she finally said. "I wasn't offered a contract, because I wasn't going to go live in Kaeleer for a year or three or five, or however long this war takes. I can't put my life on hold for it."

She held out the hand with Karla's new ring, fit tidily on her right hand, next to the old one she'd demanded out of Karla years before. "It gives me the right to speak with her authority and act on her behalf when we're in Glacia, or doing anything associated with the war, but there's no contract. So, technically, I'm not Court."

When they were in Glacia, not if. Because Emma wasn't an optimist, and knew they'd be needed at some point.

"Which is all for the better, because it gives me more ways to torment the people who are in her Court and have rules they have to play by."

"Which doesn't answer the question of whether we need to do anything now," Jack pointed out. "Though I appreciate the explanation. And I like the ring."

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Groove baby groove.

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Eric was in his usual spot, playing Draw Something with Pam. They were sending increasingly dirty pictures back and forth to each other because it was a slow night in Louisiana too.

Will be afk for a bit tonight!

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