Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/07

[bitten_notshy]

Jack came to work a little late and thoroughly bedecked in tinsel.

He didn't want to talk about it.

Anything even vaguely holiday-related at the bar, from the peppermint schnapps to the gingerbread vodka, was getting an extra-hard glare today. He'd be glad when advent was over.

[OOC: Open bar/post.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Hopefully he wasn't going to be humbug about all the holidays, given that his girlfriend was waltzing into the bar as if she owned it (sorry, Erik), with a picnic basket over one arm.

"New York Kosher Delivery Service," Emma caroled (sorry, Jack), as she came over to take a seat at the bar. "Do you know what the best part about owning your own company is? If you want to blow off work and get a giant order of beef sofrito to go, you can."

[bitten_notshy]

"Sounds fantastic," Jack said, and pulled himself up on the counter to offer a kiss. "I'm so happy to see you, darling. Sorry I'm shiny. There was a tinsel storm when I got in."

[icecoldfrost]

"I've got a few strands stuck in my hair, I'm sure," Emma confessed after accepting her payment-for-delivery in kissing. "Consider your temporary shininess appropriate holiday decor for dinner, and I'll help you de-tinsel later."

Yes, most likely Dirty.

She pushed the basket towards him. "We also have curried sweet potato latkes, and those jelly doughnuts from the bakery you like so much."

[bitten_notshy]

"Sufganiyot," Jack nodded, fingers hesitating over the hot donuts before he decided to be responsible and not eat dessert first. He reluctantly turned away from the basket and reached for some plates.

"I hadn't done anything for Hanukkah at all yet, you know. You're inspiring me to be more religious."

Or at least eat more religious food, which to Jack was about the same.

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes, because I'm the most religious person ever," Emma deadpanned. "I inspire everyone to acts of piety."

Or not. Mostly not.

"Really, I just like taking the opportunity to eat foods that are only readily available to unrepentant heathens like me during religious holidays," she continued. "--and it makes a handy excuse to come visit you."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snorted at the idea of St. Emma as he set out the plates and utensils.

"And my birthday is next week," he reminded her. "Which I guess will give you another excuse."

[icecoldfrost]

St. Emma was a possibility! ...for Halloween. Did they make sexy saint costumes?

"So I've been told," Emma replied, helping herself to a latke. "And here I hadn't gone shopping yet. What do you want for your birthday, Mr. Priest?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I hadn't thought about it much. Maybe just a nice meal and a good night's sleep next to someone I love after it," Jack said, glancing to the side. "I'll be 24, Emma. Practically elderly."

[icecoldfrost]

"And since I've caught up to you thanks to my universe running double-time to yours for a year, I'll be twenty-four the week after," she pointed out sweetly. "I'm nowhere near elderly, for the record. Maybe you are, given you're the older man by about a hundred years."

"Maybe I'll take your old bones somewhere warmer, like St. Martin, so you don't feel so elderly."

[bitten_notshy]

"Does that mean I missed your twenty-third birthday back in June?" Jack asked just as sweetly. "I'm surprised you let me forget it. Oh, but some time someplace warm sounds fantastic. Maybe not as far as St. Martin but we could at least find a nice spa someplace to hole up for a week."

[icecoldfrost]

"It wasn't December for you," Emma said with a shrug. "...so when I bordered on morose, Candy took me out and got me roaring drunk and gave me sugar and shopping."

Because god(s) forbid that Emma Grace Frost ever tell people about her feelings. Yes, she was getting better at it. No, it was never going to be her first instinct.

"But a spa sounds like a lovely plan for a week of birthday debauchery." Emma, it's probably sacrilegious to look at your boyfriend like that during his religious holiday. "Or maybe two weeks. You did miss my last birthday, after all."

[bitten_notshy]

"Then you're definitely owed some time off to make up for it," Jack decided. "... and things must be going well, if you can take two weeks off?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I'd be telecommuting at least part of the time if we tried to stretch it to two weeks," Emma admitted sheepishly. "It's going well, but it's still in its infancy, and Wall Street can be cruel to babies. I'm still an upper management, well, me, mostly, although I'm working on luring Candy away from Worthington. I've got a few brokers and accountants, but..."

She ran a hand through her hair absently and gave him a crooked smile. "Let's just say it's been a lot of long hours. Creating my own company is shockingly hands-on, even using telepathy to help things along."