5th Floor Common Room, Christmas Eve

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was practically humming as she skipped into the common room, arms laden down with supplies. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite night of the entire year, and she was determined to enjoy it.

She put her favorite Christmas movie on the television, and then set about making herself a large pot of real hot chocolate, with heavy cream and cinnamon, just like Felicia used to make for her. It was one of the few things Emma could cook using a stove, and she enjoyed it.

...Felicia had never added just a biiiit of alcohol, but some traditions were meant to be changed.

But for now she had a blanket, a movie, and her coco, and there was more simmering slowly on the stove if anyone else wanted some. In the spirit of the holiday, Emma might even share...if she liked you.

No one said she was on Santa's 'Nice' list, after all.

[Open CR is open, yup! Christmas Orphans come one, come all...]

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[furnaceface]

//I've got a soft-spot for classics,// Jono noted, nodding at the television. For classics, and for British actors. Hello, Anthony Hopkins. //Though I haven't actually seen this one through, yet. May I sit down?//

[icecoldfrost]

"Free common room," she answered neutrally as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you going to go tattling that I spiked the drinks?"

[furnaceface]

//I wouldn't have noticed if yer hadn't mentioned it.// He glanced at her for a moment, and then deposited his behind into a seat nearby. //And if I had noticed, it'd be because I'd be drinking it, too.//

Honestly, now.

[icecoldfrost]

"Had to check," she pointed out simply. He'd already ratted her out to Jeannie once, being paranoid was her right. "Although if you want to share my tipsy high, let me know."

Drunk via telepathic contact. It could be fun!

[furnaceface]

Resist, Jonothon. Resist. You haven't been drunk in forever and this is tempting, but... But...

What the hell. It's Christmas. A little drunk wouldn't hurt anything, right?

//... I'd be bloody insane to turn that offer down, yer know.//

[icecoldfrost]

She was only in her first cup-and-a-half, but Emma reached out with her power anyway, linking them in the lightest, most non-obtrusive way she could manage. He'd feel the surface effects of her drinking, and not need to listen to her in his head.

"Bottoms up, then," she said cheerfully, taking a long sip and letting it linger in her mouth so he could sample the flavor through her.

[furnaceface]

Pardon Jonothon for a moment, while he half-closed his eyes and damn near melted back into the seat. Taste. Taste. Tasting this, on top of the fact that he hadn't eaten in ages (and that weekend where he'd been a rock star didn't count), and the faintest hint of an alcoholic buzz, was divine, and he wasn't going to put forth any sort of effort to hide that fact.

//Christ,// he added, for good measure. Just to get the point across that he approved. //That's beautiful, luv.//

[icecoldfrost]

"I tend to drink it with piles of cinnamon," she admitted, taking another sip. "Loads better than what they serve down at the Perk, but I'm too lazy to make it most of the time."

[furnaceface]

Jono was not going to move from that spot, there, for a while. He was busy appreciating, here. Trying to pick out as many flavours as possible, tasting cinnamon and chocolate and remembering when he could taste cinnamon and chocolate and vanilla and... was that chili? There was the lingering bite of chili in that.

Perhaps she could excuse his moment of silence while he sorted through the flavours. He was still perfectly equipped for a good wank, but he'd been without taste for entirely too long, and at present? This was by far better than sex.

//With something like this,// he said at last, //I'd be worried that I'd overdo it. This is too lovely to ever risk having a chance to take it for granted.//

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, you can't borrow my senses all the time," she teased. "I need them for other things, and if I eat everything for you to sample, I might never get up from the table again."

[furnaceface]

In light of the fact that Jono was experiencing mild sensory overload at the moment, he was pretty much entirely incapable of taking that comment personally.

//Oh, come now, out of the five basic senses, my sight, smell, and hearing work just fine. And touch hasn't suffered too much. I've still got my hands.//

His sixth sense, he tended to not talk about. But taste! He missed that one!

[icecoldfrost]

"I suppose if you ever want me to sample a steak for you sometime or something, I could be talked into that," she mused.

"Or set up a link next time you go on a date with that little girlfriend of yours I've heard about." Radio was a beautiful thing, and Emma knew Didi vaguely from their literature class. "You could share her lunch that way."

[furnaceface]

//Could do that,// Jono agreed, completely forgetting about whatever was on the telly in favour of this new, exciting conversation. And also, taste. //Though after awhile, I think she might begin to suspect that I was only dating her for her tastebuds.//