#025scott

Emma: "Probably have a picture somewhere, but there's no way in hell I'll be showing you that." She shot back with a scrunched nose. "No one will ever see those pictures." She could only chuckle, "And I'm a Frost and we don't do second place." After the clink of their glasses, Emma finished off her glass tentatively, relaxing a bit. 

Scott: "Oh C'mon. I wanna see." Scott drawled, prodding her below the ribs. "Did you have braces? Bad Haircut? The whole works?" he grinned at the image. "Still obnoxiously cute anyway, I'll bet." Scott tilted his head, willing to concede the point, "Maybe yes but, you would cheat." He finished his glass. "Okay, next question. Favorite time of your life. As in, generally, over the span of a few years."

Emma: "Over my dead body," she protested, wiggling away from his finger with a small light laugh. "No brace. And as if my mother would let me leave the house with a terrible haircut, please image was everything." She smirked at the confession, "Cute, huh? I do believe you just admitted something, Summers. Can't take it back now." She had to laugh at his slight admission. She watches him as he takes the drink, her body warming up to the chill as they continue. Becoming less tense the more she talked. "I suppose when I left...a few years before I started at ESU. You?"

Scott: He paused raised his eyebrow at her, "Obnoxiously cute....generally obnoxious. Who woulda thought." He thought he didn't have a comeback. "No, I cannot...however," he settled for another prod, "How come? he asked. "First few years of life probably, for obvious reasons. Then first joining SHIELD. This would be the third though."

Emma: She wiggled again at his finger, biting back the giggle. "Well, I suppose I was on my own. I could do what I wanted, be who I wanted. God anywhere. Hell, I even washed dishes for a while. I was utterly out from control of my parents and went where the wind blew me. I had no worries or expectations. " She doesn't want to pick at the moment. To ruin it with what she thinks of SHIELD or the fact that those moments molded him. "Oh really? It's just third then?" She asked with a smile. Scott: Scott watched her, listening along. It sounded pleasant. "And, no attachment," he commented. "You really washed dishes?" he said, surprised. "I had something similar," he said, "When I was sort of floating around, after leaving the orphanage. But I was a little less put together I guess? Scared out of my damn mind then," he paused, it was hard to avoid the dark stuff. "Uh, no," he smiled, "Our date is number one obviously. You'll go on to be president or something and I can brag about how I went on a date with Emma Frost — And y'know made out in a close one time."

Emma: She nodded. "Yes, with no attachments. It's easier that way." She admitted. "I did...Long story short. I was starving and got caught trying to cheat someplace out of paying...Not my finest moment." She listened to him, understanding that. "I was hardly put together, but I guess we both figured it out somehow." She pressed her finger into his shoulder, "Oh really?" She smirked at him, "So you're not denying you enjoy my company?"

Scott: "Not like this place," Scott pointed out. "-And drink," He added pouring himself another glass a little too generously. He laughed then, "Mhmmm. More or less." "Firstly, oww," he protested. He smiled looking up at the sky. "Err, I don't deny it! You're just usually screaming with me and I don't want to give you the satisfaction. Toootally different."

Emma: "No, not like this place at all. Too many attachments and reason not to leave. she extended her empty glass toward him" Her mind whirled with all the people who wormed into her life.  "I suppose but life is never easy..." She simply rolled her eyes, "It was just a poke." She laughed softly, "You so deny it, but I know the truth. You get flustered around me for a reason."

Scott: "Suck doesn't it?" said wryly as he filled her glass. "Eh," he shook his head, "You really don't know the half of it right now." "No...this is a poke." he drawled prodding below the ribs like last time. "Oh, you know what? Immunity. Starting now. Boom. It's done. I am unflappable."

Emma: "Sure but maybe not for long..." She rose a brow at him, "I'm sure I know more than you'd be thinking..." She squirmed from his finger, "That's exactly what I did!" Repeating the motion. "Right, we'll see about that."

Scott: "Sure." Scott said skeptically but said nothing more. "No..dodon't be vague right now. What- Do you know?" "But I did it better," he pointed out. He smiled raised an eyebrow at the poke, "Well that's it," setting down his drink. "never start on me Frost I hate losing." he pushed the bag out of the way from between them, leaning over hand playing across her ribs.

Emma: She simple left it to hang between them. "Not vague, just trust me I know far more than I let on. So what do you want me to tell you?" She tiptoed around the topics that would spoil the mood that had settled for them. "Better? No...No-" She gasped before laughter broke out past her lips and she lost her self to the feeling of tingles and tickling. "No, Scott, stop it's not fair" each word coming between a small bought of giggles.

Scott: "Nothing," he said through narrowed eyes, almost petulantly. It was simply a delight. Scott was grinning and laughing like an idiot as she tried to squirm away from him. "Sorry, what was that? Scott wins? Is that what you said?" Not letting up, he shifted onto his knees so the other hand could join in the assault.

Emma: Wiggling under him, Emma tried as she might try to still his fingers across her rib cage ever as her laughter echoed around them.  Trying to block her stomach and ribs from his unrelenting fingers to no avail. "That is not what I said," she protested through between giggles and laughs, "Scott! Yes...Yes, you win!" She watched him, hovering over, racking her brain for a way to distract him. Her fingers moved to attempt to move over his own ribs in hopes of distracting him or fighting fire with fire.

Scott: "I really, really like winning." He reminded her, smug as all can be. It was hard to keep it up. It was like happy torment. Scott couldn't stop laughing, though, watching her wiggle, blonde hair splayed around her. When she tried for revenge, he only aww'd "No dice, sorry." Doubling his efforts

Emma: "I concede," she gasped for air, "I concede." while the fingers continued to splay across her stomach. Tears gathering in the corner of her eyes from the laughter she continued to move under him hoping to get away.  She mentally cursed at the fact that he wasn't ticklish and continued to hear her laughter ring out.

Scott: He rocked back, prying his hands away from her, one clutching his stomach as the last few bubbles of laughter racked through him, "I can't anymore. You win. Oh my god.." he breathed out, rubbing carefully under the lenses. he leaned too far back however and cursed a little as he ended up slipping down the roof a bit, a manic grab at the tile so he didn't die. "Worth it."