Jake felt himself let go, and the anger, suspicion and glumness which followed him normally was replaced by something care free, easy, and silly, as Rachel observed. He felt like a kid, and while he'd never admit it to the likes of Zoheret, Zeus or Ben, he liked feeling like a kid sometimes. He wondered what it would be like to grow up in this era, and to have a normal mortal life. It had a certain appeal, or at least Rachel in this current moment made it seem so. Her powerlessness at the hands of Laurent was not present in this booth. It was as if they both left their baggage at the door.
Jake would likely hate mortality in reality, but it was fun to play the part in the meantime. He leaned in to the four positions, really mastering the smoldering look, and making the silliest face he'd made in... well possibly ever! He supposed as a baby he might have contorted his features in an uglier, funnier way, but there wasn't one he could remember. Rachel seemed to enjoy it, her giggling forcing a ridiculous sounding laugh out of him. Rachel's own silly face was a far stretch from her normal beauty, and so Jake looked at her with shock and a slacked jaw in the last. It was perfect.
They each got a printing of the pictures. Jake was most pleased with the second, but was sure Rachel would vote for the third or forth. He decided to put them up near his computer. It would be a reminder of better times when he'd likely be dealing with worse ones soon. They exited the booth, and as Rachel stated she couldn't breath, Jake replied, "And I don't breath. Hard to relate."
He saw the DDR thing was free, and so led Rachel over. A group of pros hogged one next to the pair. Jake understood the basic premise, and as Kerr had recently experienced, Jake had excellent rhythm. "Looks like we can dance together," Jake said, pointing to the pair of pads. He guessed they'd dance till the song was over or they made enough mistakes. The "pros" watched them with mild interest.