Looking for a Job Is a Job in Itself

[Aqua]

Emily decided to give the Hellfire Club a try; maybe there was some job she could do. She had no idea what kind of positions the Club had to offer, other than waitresses and bartenders, but she figured she had fewer chances of getting a job there if she didn't give it a try.

Absolutely clueless, however, who to turn to, she walked into the Club, looking around unconfidently and not knowing who to ask.

[Pietro Maximoff]

((OOC: This occurs after the trip to Italy, unless you have object.))

::Pietro had spent considerably less time at the tavern as of late, partially due to recent events, and partially due to finding himself otherwise occupied. However, Rossignol had begun to wish time to herself, not that he could fault her, and Wanda had been busy; this brought him to the Hellfire to drink.

He had been there only ten minutes when he saw Emily enter; he hadn't heard from her, or seen her, in months, and had been concerned. He picked up his vodka and walked over to her, spoke to get her attention.:: "Emily."

[Aqua]

Emily turned at the sound of a familiar voice. "Pietro..." she was surprised. Not that running into him here was something unexpected, she just wasn't prepared for it.

It looked like her hypothetical job interview would have to be postponed. She noticed the vodka in his hand and decided she'd get her own drink first and then join him. "I guess I'll... get myself something to drink," she said.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Emily appeared as surprised to see him, as Pietro had been to see her. He had found her here once before; however, that had been a year ago, and these past months he had not seen her at all. To her mention of a drink, he made a small gesture to the bar.:: "I can get it for you."

[Aqua]

Emily wanted to object, but then decided not to. "Okay," she nodded and simply walked to find a place to sit at one of the tables.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro went to the bar to order a virgin Sea Breeze for her, as he didn't expect her to have taken up drinking hard liquor since they had last spoken.::

[Aqua]

Emily sat down, waiting for him - that was, more like waiting for the bartender to get it over with - and her thoughts were quickly becoming a mess. What was she supposed to say? Apologize for the long absence and silence? Talk about something unrelated to keep things easy? She brushed her hair back, staring at the middle of the table.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::When the bartender finished making the drink, which took far longer than Pietro would have taken or preferred, he searched the Hellfire for her. Finding her in a booth, he came over, set the drink before her, before seating himself on the opposite chair.:: "It is a virgin Sea Breeze."

[Aqua]

"Thank you," Emily said, taking the glass. It touched her that Pietro still remembered her attitude towards alcohol and made sure to get her something she could drink. "So... How have you been?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::With her drink on the table before her, Pietro allowed himself the luxury of sitting back in his chair. His vodka in hand, he sipped before answering. If they were to speak slowly, idly. Safely. He could do it.:: "It has been a long many months. Where have you been?"

[Aqua]

Emily ran her hand through her hair, thinking. "I went home after Christmas," she said. "And then I returned to New York to apply for a place at at a university, and have been living in the city for a few past months."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::It was hardly the answer Pietro had expected; then again, Pietro wasn't sure himself what he had expected. He had last seen her during the holiday season, at what had been either a possible misunderstanding, or very much uncomfortable for both of them. He had assumed he had frightened her off, and she had avoided him, but as time went on, and he saw neither hide nor hair of her, didn't know what had happened. She was safe, which mattered to him. He still had those feelings of affection for her, to guard over her.:: "Which University are you applying to? Or are you already going?"

[Aqua]

"I'll be doing my pre-med studies at NYIT," Emily said. "The classes begin in only in September." Talking about such neutral things made her feel a bit easier; maybe she'd find courage to be more personal later.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro knew very little about academic institutions. He knew where he had gone, where NYU was and its reputation. He knew of Columbia, where Uncle had taught. Beyond that, nichts.:: "Do you look forward to it?"

[Aqua]

"Very much," Emily smiled a bit, as the subject of her studies had always been a pleasant one for her. "I catch myself thinking every now and then that maybe I am a bit too enthusiastic about it... I don't know."