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Second floor common room: Saturday evening

It was Saturday night and Jack was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself for sucessfully teaching a class at short notice yesterday. And having expended such a huge effort, he figured he was entitled to be incredibly lazy this weekend, just to balance things out. So he'd gone for ice cream - of which there were several flavours currently residing in the freezer, which had a sign saying 'Ice cream: Help Yourself' stuck on it - and camped out in the common room.

He had a pint of Kahluah ice cream and a spoon, and was sprawled on the couch watching a movie marathon of something called westerns. Life seemed to be much simpler in whatever time period they were set: the bad guys had black hats and the good guys had white.

Jack thought it was a sensible policy -- it would certainly save a lot of misunderstandings.

[ooc: Open, of course - mod your ice cream flavour and help yourself!]

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"To me you're harmless. Since I'm invulnerable to your charms," she grinned, ruffling his hair. "It's the rest of the world I worry about."

"And sadly, that's true," he said woefully. "Luckily you haven't taught the rest of the world the secret of resisting me. Or my life would suddenly get very boring ."

"Oh and we can't have that. A bored Jack would be a sad Jack."

"Very sad." Jack demonstrated how sad he'd look if everybody could resist his charms. "Not to mention how devestated everyone else would be. Imagine a whole school of people who could no longer appreciate my charms. How would they cope?"

"The flirt factor would definitely be toned down," Isabel laughed. "And I think the emo level would definitely rise."

"Oh no, no emo. Not around me. I don't do emo." Jack waved his hands around, as if warding off the lurking forces of emo, and smirked. "I'll pit my flirting against emo any day."

"But you've got a very good shoulder for an emo person to cry on," she smiled, squeezing his arm. "But if it came down to a fight between you and the forces of emo? My money is on you."

"Very wise. My crying shoulder's reserved for certain people only." He smirked and leaned into her. "But the rest of me is up for grabs, so it balances out."

"I'll stick to your shoulder thank you very much," Isabel smirked back. "I don't feel like fighting the crowds of your admirers."

"Who said you were one of them?" he asked, eyes wide.

Isabel suddenly looked incredibly sad. So sad that her lower lip stuck out and started to tremble.

Jack stared up at Isabel, ninety nine percent certain she wasn't serious, but he couldn't make himself take the chance. "Hey, I was only kidding," he said and pulled her into a hug, knowing he was being played. "You can cry on my shoulder anytime you want."

Funny how Isabel could go from sad to bright smiles in about point six seconds. "I don't plan on doing that anytime soon. But it's nice to know I can if I need to." She squeezed him back and kissed his cheek. "You're the best."

"I know," he said, making no move to let go of her. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Not so bad?" she asked, eyes wide. "I'm damn good. And you know it."

"I would, if you'd give me a chance," he said grumpily, pressing his face into her side. "But oh no, you keep turning me down. It's doing terrible things to my ego."

Isabel grinned and dropped down to sit in his lap, tweaking his nose as she did so. "Me turning you down is the only thing keeping your ego from exploding and taking over the school.

Grinning, he snuggled her closer and rested his head on her shoulder. "You say that like it would be a bad thing. I think a Jack Harkness themed school could be a lot of fun."

"I'm mildly afraid of what the curriculum would entail. Flirting 101, Seduction 212," she laughed. "I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to my mom."

"Flirting 101 was yesterday. I made half the class pretend to be aliens - insect aliens - and the other half flirt with them. It was good fun." He grinned. "At least for me."

"Does the Doctor know that you did this?" Isabel asked, amused at the thought of the Doctor's reaction. "Or was it your unique twist on the lesson plan?"

"He said teach the class about the aliens. He never said how." Jack smirked, and leaned back against the couch, bringing Iabel with him. "I think I might be getting a lecture next week. If not for the flirting, then because I said the Doctor wasn't there because he had a hot date."

"I might have to crash class just to watch," she grinned. Yawning, Isabel settled comfortably against him with her head on his shoulder. "In five minutes make me move and go up to my room. I'm going to fall asleep and I should do it in my room so Greg can find me later."

"Good. You can protect me from his wrath." Jack ran a hand down her hair, and relaxed into the couch, glancing at his watch. "Okay. If that's all I can get, I'll take it. You relax, I'll watch the cowboys, and in five minutes I'll send you off to wait for Greg."

"Tell you what," Isabel said sleepily. "As long as you make sure I'm up to my room by midnight, I can stay as long as you want me to take up space in your lap. He won't be back before then since he's working at Caritas."

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