2025-07-25 - Penguins and Flying Horses

Today has been a long day and Jack got to play a morning wedding after a late evening. At the end of the chaos there is a call, an invite- shots at Lucky's to make the day stop, and spend time in good company as his show was moved tonight for some aerialists.

By coincidence he's grabbed the same booth they did the summoning in, though the lightbulb has been replaced. Tonight there is (1) Jack Dawes, but 3 shots out there. On the table there's the cheesy sticks, and the fried calamari. The jukebox is cranking out some Sabrina Carpenter trying to caffeinate the room with her music.

There's a text to Jaime and Diana that's a pic of a bird on teh jukebox as their only clue/invitation.

Jaime doesn't need all that much in order to make his way over to Lucky's. It has been one long-ass week it's still not entirely over for him, but he'll take shots and some time with the juke box and company before having to go back at some point on Saturday afternoon for another short shift. He strolls on in to Lucky's in a pair of faded jeans, some well-worn boots, and a band t-shirt that was once a much darker blue than it is now. The logo for the band has long faded to almost nothing, but the shirt itself has that real soft worn quality to it.

When he arrives, he slides into the booth and reaches for a cheesy stick, taking a bite and lifting his eyebrows. "What're we drinking?" he asks Jack, making himself comfortable.

"Hey," Diana greets arriving at Lucky's not long after Jaime. She greets Jaime first, kissing him on the cheek then slides in next to Jack and greets him with a kiss as well. She had an early shift working as the Enchantress on Castle that morning, and for once had enough time to wash the glitter off her body. She's freshly showered, smelling like a beachy mix of coconut, vanilla, and sea salt. Her hair is still damp, and pulled back into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, minimal makeup, and a pair of light wash jeans, a cropped black tank top, and black Prada sandals. She places the Ouija Board she'd brought on the table.

"Kind of kismet you chose this booth, Jacky," she smiles. She didn't know if they'd actually use the board, but she had a hunch today wasn't Jack's day, and came with distractions.

"Looks like we have some catch up to do," she notes, silver eyes flicking to the shot glasses.

Jack widens a grin to Jaime and says "If your week is anything like my da? Maybe one of everything. Sit, tonight you're not buying." Dark eyes turn up to Diana walking in, eyebrow lifting a bit following her entrance, but leaning into the smooch. His ego is so easily abated.

He looks around and then up at teh bulb- the bulb is fine. Looking back to Diana he says "You know since that night this is the only booth I get sat at. I think the booth is trying to eat me. I tried no to be a total snack but there is nothing to be done of this. I know- such a fate."

Gesturing to teh table he says "I didn't actually want to start without you so I ordered lemondrops because I haven't had one since my 19th birthday. Siiit, we have a little bit to celebrate."

"Works for me," Jaime says after he finishes off the cheese stick. When Diana leans in to smooch him he returns the kiss with a grin and says, "Hey good lookin'." Then he reaches for one of the shots, lifting it to the pair of them, aiming to get started right away. Hope that one was for him. Good news? They'll make more. He tips it back and sets the shot glass down, leaning back comfortably in the booth and letting one arm drape along the back of it. One toe taps along with Sabrina Carpenter.

The ouija board gets a little bit of a sidelong look and one arched brow, but he makes no comment on it, at least not yet. "What are we celebrating?" he asks, long after the shot is downed. He may need another one if there's going to be a toast.

Di just smiles wide at Jaime's compliment as she makes herself comfortable. "Maybe the ghosty has more to say," she suggests as she pulls apart the mozzarella stick, assessing the cheese pull.

Her brow quirks at the mention of good news and picks up one of the lemon drops. Jaime asks the question before she gets the chance. "I thought we were having a mopey night. Not that I'm complaining." She'd far prefer to get wasted for fun reasons than shitty ones. If they were already starting with fried food and shots, there was no hope for their sobriety.

Jack looks to Diana and then slightly down at the board and back to her, "I don't think that was a ghosty, it was an attitude elemental. Take it from the guy chronically bothered by les petits effrayants- the French chapter of Los Espookies. But, we have good news, and then we mope. I promise we all get the chance to be mad at whatever we can find to be mad at."

He waits for cheese to be cheeseknapped, "I finished the soundtrack for the game I have been working on aaaand they loved it. They are getting greenlit already to work on a sequel and I get first dibs on working on the follow up. So I am not John Williams, but maybe for creepy mystery game I am, and I thought I share this with you with drinks." He pauses, "And fried things. How are things coming for you both?"

There's a somewhat skeptical look that Jaime gives the board and then Diana, and then Jack followed by a little snort when he calls it an attitude elemental. He was not part or privvy to the goings on of that particular situation. "Were we having a mopey night? I thought we were just having a drunk night because this week has been rough." Jaime doesn't particularly do mopey, but he does do tired, and so he slumps comfortably, reaching over for a bit of calamari with a fork, because he can listen to good news and eat at the same time.

"Oh hey, congrats," he says to Jack when he explains about the video game. "That's pretty bad ass. What's the game and when does it come out?" Because he's gonna play that game, for sure. As for himself? He shrugs his shoulders, "Been a week of doubles and I still gotta go back tomorrow afternoon for a bit, but I get Sunday and Monday off so.. could be worse." He grins and pops a bit more fried food into his mouth. "Can't complain."

"What is an attitude elemental?" She asks, brows knitting together, glancing over at Jaime, then back to Jack. "Whatever, it could be fun either way," she shrugs, and takes a bite then finger waves at the waiter she recognizes. She wanted more food, and more drink, but wasn't in any rush. "Drunk night for sure," she says with a nod. "Emotional night? Probably... doesn't mean it can't be happy. For once, I don't have anything to be mad about. I'm perfectly pleased with my view of the two most tolerable men...' She wrinkles her nose. "Two most..." She searches. "My favorite men," she settles on. Calling either of them tolerable would be lying and she'd told them each as much at least half a dozen times.

Her face lights up at the news and she throws her arms around Jack. "Oh, that's wonderful!" She gushes, and kisses his cheek again. "It all came together so fast! I had no idea you were that close. "Oh, this is all on me then. You are not paying for your own celebratory drinks," she insists. "Whatever you want. You can have it all. One of everything?" She'd do it.

"More doubles?" She frowns as she assess Jaime, looking him over for signs of overwork and not adequate enough nutrition. "And to think you tried to convince me to leave entertainment for a life of manual labor," she tuts. "It sounds grueling."

Jack squints a look to Diana and says, "Your mother in a mood as one example. A condensed opinion that just likes to lash out and make it other people's problem." A hand reaches over to hers giving it a squeeze. When Diana throws the compliment Jack looks to Jaime and whispers as if doing this means Diana cannot hear them. "She almost call us pretty. Is okay, weeee know.' Mmhmm.

There's a hug though and Jack actually manages to relax a bit to accept the good news being good for a change. her arm gets a squeeze as he preens a bit answering Jaime, "Its called 'The Daria Mysteries: Key of Spirits'. It is about this psychic detective, you the player, who uncovers a mystery because she can touch things and know things and sometimes if you do the puzzles and put the clues together you get the visions to help you decide what decisions you want to do in the game. You are solving the murder of someone and part of-"

He pauses and waves a hand, "Is in the trailer, she sees a glimpse of her own death and is trying to see when this happens. So some of it is time puzzles so sometimes you run into the ghosts before they are ghosts. This changes things too. but the story for the protagonist is very good. She's trying to help, it's a mess, also then, what is time really? Are we in a hurry are we not? I didn't get to play it so yeah when it is released we'll do this and Diana can tell us how bad we are at making decisions." She gets a wink.

When Diana confronts Jaime about 'allegedly being talked into a life of labour he gasps, "Oh no your nails, they hate manual labour most."

"I have been told that I am at least reasonably tolerable on occasion," Jaime says with a crookedly amused smile, nodding to the waiter as well. They definitely need more drinks as that shot is long gone. But he seems content with stealing from the communal appetizers for the time being. Jack gets an amused grin. "Almost."

"No more doubles. Just a four hour shift tomorrow afternoon, then I'm off tli Tuesday." He chuckles, "What happened to -- I should do construction, it's just a lot of sitting around waiting for things to happen?" he asks Diana with a laugh and then smirks over at Jack's comment about her nails..

He listens with interest as Jack describes the game, though and nods a couple of times. "Definitely going to play the heck out of that." He'll catch the trailer later.

Di's eyes narrow as he insults her mother. But she doesn't try to defend her either. Her mother was a royal pain in Diana's ass. "Mmm, don't let it get to your head," she says as she settles back onto her seat properly then Jaime gets a light kick to his shin under the table.

"You both already have a record of abysmal decisions. I have no doubt that in video games it's the same."

She glances at her nails, they could use a refresh, which seems to distract her for at least a few moments as she frowns. She at least has enough pride to glamour them into appearing freshly done given she's in public. Her eyes raise slowly, brows placed in that unamused way he brought out so beautifully in his art drawing. "Then I learned the truth, and that it's awful, and that I'm much better at being adored by children and the public than manual labor in the sun even if you had me fooled for a moment."

"Oh!" Di smiles, grabbing the attention of a waiter. She puts in for another round of shots as well as a French 75 to keep on theme with the citrus. Along with the drinks, chicken fingers, fries, and nachos are ordered for the table.

Jack holds the look with Diana with the 'but am I wrong' stare regarding her mother and the good decency not to gloat when she doesn't refute it. "Reasonable, Jaime, is more than 80% of the population. That's like I think credit twice for that."

When Jaime challenges Diana though on the construction he smartly puts something in his beak to keep him from commentary beyond, oh look, cheese. "Fhey 'oo like 'oo." Comes the only commentary from the Quebecois covering his mouth. There's a pause before he asks, "Wait when did I make an abys- Yule. Nevermind. Drink the wine. I will fill in the powerpoint presentation. I'm caught up." The one thing he will never live down.

"Jaime they have you indoors or outside this whole time? Should come with us for the spa day. Makes your feet feel like they're actually attached to your body again."

"Excuse you," Jaime says. "Name one abysmal decision that I've made that you are aware of," when he gets kicked under the table, challenging Diana with a bit of a smirk. He reaches for another mozzarella stick and consumes that while he waits for her response.

When the waiter comes by, he also puts in an order for a citrusy themed drink, something with an orange slice and a cherry in it, most likely. And orange liqueur. "Little of both," he says when Jack asks if he's indoors or outdoors all day. "For a while there was only outdoor work. But now there's indoor stuff as we build out the rides, but no air conditioning, so you know.. ya win some, ya lose some." Trade off direct sun for shade, but air circulation for.. less air circulation.

"Breaking into abandoned buildings," she says without missing a beat. Jaime had explained he enjoyed 'urban exploring.' "Drawing me with those eyebrows," she rattles off swiftly after. She only has two items though. It's a short list.

"A spa day would be nice," Di agrees. "Do you think they'd let us all get a massage together?" She didn't want to miss out on whatever hilarious noises the guys made. "I could also benefit form a facial," she says, her hand instinctually going to her cheek. "And maybe just a touch of botox here." She points between her eyebrows where her 11 lines would be if she had any. She's lost in her own reflection in her phone while they talk about Jaime's work, only coming back to life again when he says you win some you lose some.

To no help Jack agrees with Jaime on the breaking into buildings, "That's a fun one though. You cannot take that away from us. It's like a ancient bird tradition."

Jack offers a sympathy wince to the working without AC. "Shade or breeze? This is a terrible gameshow. How they are getting away with this?" Jack is still in the spa idea reasoning, "I mean enough money always says yes. What does your spirit board have to say about this?"

Looking up he asks, "Any ghosts here want to pop over to the resort and let me know what a party rate is going for I'll trade you?" If there are any takers to this northing visibly manifests.

"Breaking into abandoned buildings is at best, a mildly dangerous life choice, hardly abysmal. And drawing those eyebrows is half the reason you let me carry you home," Jaime points out with an amused smile. "Definitely not abysmal. Try again."

"Don't see why not. They allow couples massages, why not.. three? They can squeeze an extra massage table in there, I'm sure," Jaime opines at the thought of a spa day. "Can't say as I've ever done a spa day before, but I'm game."

There's a bit of a squint at Jack as he solicits ghosts for assistance and Jaime sort of looks around, as though expecting one of the dudes from the Haunted Estate to be leaning up against the wall nearby.

Diana rolls her eyes and slumps back into the booth. "I'm outnumbered," she laments, crossing her arms.

With Jaime thwarting her argument she sticks out her tongue and looks around for the waiter with their drinks. "Imagine how the night would have ended if you didn't draw me like that," she attempts after a moment.

"Jack will call and find out," Di volunteers regarding the throuple's massage.

She moves to get out the Ouija Board. "It's rude to have conversations we can't hear, Jack," she teases, unsure if any of his abilities even work quite like that. She does glance over toward Jaime, possibly having picked up on what appeared like discomfort before. She then hesitates. "Are you ok with this?"

Jack says "You do not know how many times I lose my keys and just say fuckit and bird through the roof. I think Parker's still got eyes on me from that time I went through the air ducts." He doesn't say why he did that, and in part might be to make Diana's eyebrows do the thing again.

Jack isa waiting to see if there is an answer to this. There is not, or to say there's no physical sign of success and Jack doesn't seem to be acting like there is victory unseen either. "Damn ghosts bother me all day. but you ask them to run one errand and suddenly? very busy- all of them!" He pulls out his phone to pull up the website.

And this is where Jack stops and slowly pans a look ack to Diane pointing to his phone and then her. "How you know this would happen? You are psychic too? Haaaaaaax. Sorceresses are too powerful." There's a quirk of a grin going the great circle around just agreeing to her idea on this while also agreeing to be volunteered. "Ooh up to a party of four?" There's a pause, "I'm not paying for two of me."

"You might have jumped me then and there on the pavement and then we'd have spent the night cooling our heels in the PD for some PDA," Jaime says with a flash of a grin in Diana's direction. He then pops another bite of calamari with a bit of marinara into his mouth.

Though when she asks if he's okay with the ouija board he shrugs his shoulders. "Never heard of anything good coming from messing with one of those things, but you guys knock yourselves out." He'll be over here, drinking.

He smiles gratefully when the waiter comes back with another round of drinks and also a water for him to go along with his booze and the rest of the food. Chuckling, he says to Jack, "Sounds expensive. I make my twin pay for himself."

Diana eyes Jack, but opts out of asking any further questions. It's possible she's finally learned that some things are better left alone-- like bird business.

Jaime gets another under table kick, and her cheeks flush slightly. "I would not have let you jump me in public," she insists, flipping ownership as if Jaime had said he was the one who would have started it all along. "Honestly, Jaime. It's as if you don't know me at all. I rarely participate in PDA," that much was true until recently. She'd kissed both Jack and Jaime in public in recent weeks. Thankfully, Spellbound might as well be a college campus. She had little doubt that no one gave two shits about who she was bringing home at the end of each day other than the people already sat around the table.

With Jaime's approval, she places the board and the little triangle thing n the table. "I'm not sure if it will work if I'm the only one participating... and Jack doesn't really need to." It might be a bust. "If this sucks, we are dancing or playing pool."

She just smiles at Jack and slides the board between them, pausing only to help figure out where all the food and drinks would live. She'd ordered another round of shots, and hands Jaime and Jack theirs first before anything else. Di raises her shot then shoots it back in time for the waiter to grab one thing off the table.

"I'm paying," she reminds Jack. "And your choice. Though three of you might be too much for me to handle in one night. I'm already outnumbered and largely regretting my life choices." She says as she plucks a cheesy nacho from the pile.

Jack gives Diana a look back when she argues about not doing PDA in public, but as she doesn't call him out on bird stuff he's not calling her out on this. He does tell Jaime with a chuckle and his drink, "I can be bribed." he lifts his glass to them, "May we have continued good news going into the weekend. And hopefully the heat falling off for you next week. If not hoping you can turn into a desert fox so you can dig while comfortable."

Setting the drink down his fingers find the planchet. "If this sucks I agree to your terms. As for the twin you have the benefit of yours making their own paycheck. Mine takes half of mine. I really should charge twice. Until then I like to think I am both expensive and worth it."

"Me? Oh no, it was you that would have jumped me," Jaime says with as straight a face as he can manage as she kicks him under the table, again. He's going to have bruised shins by the end of the night at this rate. When provided with another shot, though, he raises it to the pair before he tips it back.

"So much regret," he chuckles as she claims to be regretting her own life choices. He doesn't seem to be regretting his, though. He leans back in the booth comfortably and observes the board as it is set out. "I don't know how they work, but I know you don't open any doors to any shit you aren't real sure you want coming in," he says with a little shake of his head. "As someone who grew up with a ghost in the house, I'm good with the one I got."

"Not a bad idea," he tells Jack, of turning into a desert fox. "I hear they've got the giant ears to help with hearing, but also with cooling." He has no idea if that's accurate or not, and he really isn't about to look it up either, not when there's a lot more food on the table, which he reaches for. He gives a little grin at Jack's reasoning and lifts his drink once more in the man's direction. "You have a point."

"What?" Di asks, catching Jack's look. She's completely innocent. She's also completely innocent in who was going to jump whom, where Jaime is concerned. "No second, Jack tonight." She says making the executive decision to spare her sanity. Lord knew what look he'd give her now.

"Says the man more than willing to explore other realms. Never know what could follow you home from one of those," she points out. "Jaime is going to fix up a beautiful Chateau for us all to live in," she tells Jack on that note. "We are scouting out locations."

"But you have a point." A point that doesn't seem to deter her as she places her fingers on the game piece, then nods for Jack to do the same. She couldn't be the only one! "They are also adorable," Di says about the fox.

Jack looks to Jaime and says "Good luck, I am very good at slamming that door shut." he pauses, "Finally." Ruefully, but with some amusement at his expense he shares, "When I started here it was ghosts bothering me all the way down. No I am finally better at setting boundaries. Works well for the gigs though. Sometimes people bring things in with them and we play into it."

Jack further promises, "Desert foxes are amazing, adorable, and heat resistant." An eyebrow lifts, "A chateau? This sounds promising. let me know where this is going to be I'll help. I just need to now if I need to change my visa over it." He's this easy going about real estate. "Needs a pool."

"Yeah, I'm on pretty good terms with mine," Jaime says to Jack. "It's my mom. And she's back at the family home, not here. So it's all good, really." He smiles a little bit and waves it off, reaching for a chicken finger and seeking out the appropriate dipping sauce.

"You can dig the pool," he tells Jack, about the chateau. "Currently we're looking at the medieval world we visited with the flying horses. What do you think? Can you see yourself as a flying horse rancher?" He snickers just a little bit.

Diana nudges Jack to shut up while she thinks about what to ask the great beyond. She thinks for a moment, but all she is thinking about is chicken fingers. Focus. Focus.

"I suppose we should start with if any spirits are here, right?" She says, opening one eye to look at Jack, then closes it again.

"I will be taking the master bedroom," she says, eyes still closed while she waits for something to happen. "And we are getting some big, fluffy dogs." That was a priority. "I also want a garden and a big, beautiful kitchen... and perhaps a greenhouse," she muses, then takes a bite.

"Alright, really, is anyone even here?" Not the best at this.

Jack is trying to shut up. He is fighting for it trying not to snicker. He answers without looking, "I saw nothing outside of the jukebox having a sort of vibe to it. I don't think this is a playlist." Maybe the jukebox playing what it wants? He could be bullshitting that too.

When Jaime says dig it, he says in his best Bob Dylan, "I do dig a groovy pool man." but then it's clear this is Pegalandia. "Oh! well that changes things. We can forego the pond." He pauses and thinks about it and says "This is different. I'm game. Where the dogs come from though? Are you asking for us to be a puppy or to acquire these heralds of hair and fluff?"

Jaime glances over at Diana, "I'll make three identical master suites. Then you can pick whichever one you want, but we're all getting one." He then shrugs to Jack and says, "I think we'll acquire the dogs somewhere along the way. Where and how is not yet determined. We'll leave that for after we've built the house with yard for them."

He watches as Diana attempts to contact the great beyond and glances between her and Jack curiously, not entirely sure what he's expecting to happen, but this isn't quite the way it works with mom.

Diana does shut up for a moment, but the planchet doesn't seem to move. "I think we all need to be touching it for it to work," she pouts. "Or maybe they hate the question. "Should Jaime make me the biggest room?" She asks the 'spirit' that hasn't even agreed to play with them after Jaime promises to make them all equal rooms. Di takes one hand off the game piece to reach for her drink and takes a big sip.

"Yeah, I want real dogs. Not that you two aren't great but..." she shrugs. "I like you both in your more... human forms... you should see Jaime without his shirt," she grins.

Jack laughs, not concentrating on los espookies trying to communicate back because the cheese is in reach and he wants one. "Okay this is not working without King. Maybe that's a good thing. I vote food and dancing." It was the agreement. It's to Jaime he says "I can adopt a dog. I dunno if I can be a dog, but I can adopt one. Though I guess if I could change I could be my own best friend...not a skill I'm good at."

Solemnly Jack says to Diana thoughtfully, "I knew my week was lacking something. That was it. You should be a mysterious sorceress detective. Maybe I'll adopt one of those tiny deer. We need more of those." Looking to Jaime he asks, "Is a personal question, I know, can you do like the whole wingy horse or tiny deer creatures we found? You seem to have a good handle on this stuff." He can enjoy his drink and listen- this might be a goal to find out now.

"We'll get real dogs," Jaime laughs just a little bit, both at the idea of Jack being his own best friend, and Diana's preference for them in their human forms, as well as her commentary on his physique. He reaches for his drink and tells Jack, "You know, I haven't tried. I guess I just sort of figured I was limited to whatever is in this world. Maybe if I have enough to drink tonight I'll try and turn into a tiny deer, or a winged horse. Just don't let me try to fly as a horse while drunk. Now that would be an abysmal decision."

He is very pointedly not reaching for the planchette. He is definitely not going to touch that ouija board. If they want to chat with ghosts, they'll have to do it the uh, magic way.

"King is key," Di agrees, sitting back in the booth again as she nibbles on a chicken finger and listens to the boy's back and forth. She snorts a laugh at Jack's comment about being his own best friend. "That's why you have me, silly," she smiles, reaching for her drink, which already has an impressive dent in it.

"I do love a mystery," Di's smile grows as her eyes shift to Jack.

"If you turn into a flying horse, can I ride you?" She'd wanted so badly to ride the winged horses the first time. There is absolutely no promise to keep him from trying tonight.

The song changes, and Di is sliding out of the booth. "I want to dance," she says, reaching for them.

"You are a mystery." Jack quips back. He does relent "It is why I have you. You're nicer to me than second Jack, but you make me do things." When she askes about the winged horse shape for Jaime Jack looks over and very quickly tacks on, "So going to perch on you. To the wind we go the least aerodynamic way possible." Goals are set!

Jack does admit for Jaime's sense of safety preservation, "Last time I was drunk and turn into a bird I tried to take off as a penge-uin. Did not go as planned. I didn't even know I could be a penge-uin, but here we were." He also looks at the Ouija board and says "Diana, does this thing have a parking break for the slidey thing in case? I feel like that thing of nightmares should never be unattended."

"If we all end up in the lake, don't say I didn't warn you," Jaime says to the pair of them, at the idea of drunken flying around on horseback. He lifts his drink to them both and takes a long swig of it before Diana is tugging them toward the open space in front of the jukebox left there for dancing.

"Should have tried swimming," he tells Jack with a chuckle. "They're way more graceful underwater." When Jack asks about a parking brake for the ouija board, though, Jaime grabs an empty basket after pulling the greasy paper out of it, and tips it over on top of the planchette. "Planchette jail," he says, and then he's letting Diana pull him out of the booth.

Diana grins widely at the mental image of her on Pegasus Jamie's back with Jack on her shoulder. "Only in Spellbound..." she chuckles.

"If we end up in the lake, we never talk about this again," Di says. "But I have faith. You're used to operating heavy machinery." How different would a winged horse body be?

"Mmm, well, you made a very cute penguin," Di recalls. "No parking break, but we can certainly put it in confinement." She laughs as Jaime reads her mind and puts it in jail. She finishes her drink, then pulls them toward the dance floor, unsure how on earth having two dance partners would go.

"If we end up in the lake it's going straight to socials." Jack waves his hand "Like some squirrel laughing his nuts off. Snap!" He stops and watches as the pointer goes right to planchet prison. "Warden, we appreciate you."

This means Jack can now leave the booth by turning, and folding down into a penguin for a moment. He waddles to the end of the booth seat, looks down and lurches his little body off the side and walks a meter or so with a slap slap slap of little feet. He does a small penguin tapdance there before he's a very tall human again standing up from a crouch, and combing his hair back. "This is all you get. I don't want to be kicked like Charlie Brown's football in a bar."

The juke box is given a look by Jack. Is there a spirit in the Jukebox or did he make that up? It's never really a certain thing with him as facts, fibs, and farce all are delivered with the same level of commitment to the bit. He asks of it though "Please no Shania." And it doesn't, instead giving a more peppy percussion pumped out into the place. "Thank you, I feed you a dollar later."

Jaime watches Jack turn into a penguin to waddle himself out of the booth and onto the dance floor, shaking his head in amusement. For his part, he remains in his human form as he reaches out and takes Diana's hand and then extends one to Jack, drawing them both a little further into the room into some space where all three of them have room to move among the few other scattered people enjoying a bit of a boogie.

He draws Diana in with a few quick steps, dropping his lips to hers in a light kiss, and then gives her a little spin in a hand-off to Jack, falling into step nearby. He doesn't seem to have any trouble at all either dancing on his own or sharing his dance partner. He's just having a good time and enjoying himself. "I am pretty sure that it is not at all like handling heavy machinery," he chuckles, continuing the conversation on the dance floor.

Diana rolls her eyes through a grin as Jack turns into a penguin. "Oh, Jack," she sighs in a way that suggests she says that quite a bit. By now, the bar has closed, and it has become busier with weary workers looking to unwind. It isn't overcrowded, but there is a nice buzz in the room.

Di easily spins into Jaime's arms, pausing just a moment to kiss him back, softening just a little in that moment before she's spun and handed off to her Jack. It's unusual, perhaps, but natural, moving to the music between the two people she's come to grow fond of. She lets Jack lead —he is a phenomenal dancer —but she follows with grace and fluidity, finding a moment to kiss him at one point or another, too. She shakes her head at Jaime. "Nonsense. Horse power." She reasons. "It's called that for a reason." Oh, she's a little drunk.

Jack , save with the planchet in ghost jail, takes Jaime's hand and joins him and Diane out there on the dance floor. He gives Jaime a spin and then takes up Diane in both arms to do a few quicker steps up in her personal space. He's comfortable and good at his craft, and part of that is making sure your partners look good and are having fun. He kisses her back, "You're getting better at this."

Looking to Jaime he chuckles and says "You learn French you get one too, or bring the soup, I'm easy." And with that spins Diane to Jaime while still dancing in orbit. It works out! "Jaime is a great nickname to pick up. Horsepower is better than Motorboat which I think the guy that turned into a seal got last winter. Very different connotation."

It's easy and its comfortable and feels natural, the three of them simply trading quips and dance partners on the floor as they move from one song into another. Jaime laughs at the 'horsepower' joke and then smirks as Jack backs it up, head shaking in amusement. When Diana is spun back to him, he draws her into his arms and and then gives Jack a little shoulder bump. "What kind of soup?" he asks with a little sidelong grin. "And what if there's pie as well?"

There are a few more dances, a few more drinks, a few more snacks. And by the time that they are all stumbling a little bit outside of Lucky's to make their way home, they've likely forgotten what there might be to be grumpy about. And probably luckily for Jaime, they forget that he was supposed to turn into a flying horse as well. Because that's unlikely to end well for any of them.