[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/9616a1d6dfdc46b01e9d2fa645f35182/tumblr_mju4cmM8By1qb3rkto2_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Mess Hall[/center][hr][hr]While Jack tried not to judge too much, Ashton couldn't have sounded more like a depressed mob boss to him. The beginning of his speech, about Tatiana and him just walking up to the gate and wanting in...it set Jack on edge. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, he attempted to look as calm as could be, for Tatiana's sake. If he started to panic, she'd start to panic. 

Jack let out some sort of mixture between a chuckle and a relieved sigh, relaxing a bit more. [color=00ff00]"No problem, captain,"[/color] Jack reassured him, nodding. He bit his tongue, tempted to ask about whether or not promise rings would be exchanged. Emeralds would compliment his eyes the best. 

Unable to help himself, he grinned widely, seeing the photos of Tatiana doing what she loved. As much as he made a fool of himself when dancing with her, he loved watching her. She never looked happier than when she was dancing, to him. [color=00ff00]"She's bein' modest,"[/color] Jack added. [color=00ff00]"She's the best damn dancah there evah was."[/color]

He squeezed her hand back, still beaming at her as she went back to her food. Returning his attention to Ashton, Jack answered his question for himself. [color=00ff00]"I was a cop with Chicago PD,"[/color] he explained. [color=00ff00]"Wohked vice mostly--sex crimes and such."[/color]