[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://s16.postimg.org/gjthyfpv9/image.png[/img][hr][color=00ff00][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]Jack chuckled slightly. It was a unique choice--Mr. and Mrs. Newnan--and it reminded him a bit of those competitions high schools put on, where male students competed to be Mr. Such and Such, and girls went after the title of Homecoming Queen. But at the same time, it was also perfect. They had managed to create a life for themselves in Newnan. Jack's last name, Hudson, came from the father who abandoned him and his mother as well. He didn't have any particular attachment to it. 

[color=00ff00]"Alright, Mistah and Missis Newnan,"[/color] he agreed, nodding his head slightly. He was hyper-aware of her hand cupping his cheek, and he felt slightly disappointed as she pulled away. But a moment later, he felt a sharp pull on his arm, and not expecting the sudden movement, he stumbled forward a bit before stopping himself, grinning with a face that said [i]I meant to do that.[/i]

[color=00ff00]"Thank you, Ash,"[/color] Jack chimed in, holding his hand out to the man again. [color=00ff00]"Couldn't have done all this without you--don't think I can evah repay you."[/color] His eyes were dancing with amusement as Tatiana pulled the newcomer into a fierce hug, before teasing Ash about his date. Jack titled his head to the side, before giving a subtle nod of approval at Ash that appeared to say [i]atta boy![/i]

Putting his arm around Tatiana's waist, he hadn't quite understood the reference the newcomer made either. For all he knew, the newcomer and Ash had known each other before the outbreak, maybe went to the same church together.  
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]https://s23.postimg.org/t4mnxqxsr/Screen_Shot_2017-03-30_at_1.31.58_PM.png[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]Having made her way over from the wedding site, Beatrice glanced around, mildly impressed with the decorations and the effort. It didn't look like wedding reception spreads in magazines, but it still looked a hell of a lot better than what it could have been. Most everyone seemed to be trickling in, grabbing drinks, and waiting for the bride and groom to get some food before getting a bit to eat themselves. The rockstar, Riley, was setting up as well. 

But more luckily, Beatrice spotted Tiffany and Ray again, and made her way over to Tiffany. The two of them were fairly decent friends, and while Beatrice could certainly handle being alone without feeling loneliness, it was still nice to have someone to talk to. She glanced at her friend's dress, and knowing very little about fashion, still thought it looked pretty. But wasn't that the same color as Tatiana's gown? She couldn't remember if that was a good thing or a bad thing when it came to weddings. 

[color=#23D5B7]"Tiffany, Ray, hello,"[/color] Beatrice greeted. [color=#23D5B7]"Mind if I join you?"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s30.postimg.org/d8q17npox/Chloe_wedding_hair.jpg[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Rec Center (Building 7)[/center][hr][hr]Chloe rolled her eyes at Ryan, a bit annoyed and simultaneously amused with Riley's suggestion. The man didn't need much encouragement, and the last person Chloe had stripped for had been a Corrections Officer. She wasn't sure if her sister, her sister's crush, and Ryan were [i]exactly[/i] who she had attended to show off the goods for next. But on the bright side, Ryan wasn't insisting they go home and grab the smokes to pay up. Maybe they'd be able to have some sort of fun at the reception--for a little while, at least, before it got boring. 

[color=ff6600]"Drinking game sounds good,"[/color] Chloe said, a smirk dancing on her lips. [color=ff6600]"Maybe something like Never Have I Ever--not sure strip poker would be exactly fair. He's got a tux on--and we're in dresses."[/color]

She followed Ryan's gestures, raising an eyebrow at Ash and his new best friend leaving the wedding together, heading away from the reception site. Yeah, Richard was [i]definitely[/i] going to be pissed off. Some sort of brawl was going to break out, sooner rather than later, she figured. But as long as Dick controlled himself and didn't hurl things at his housemates in rage, it was fine by her. 

[color=ff6600]"Alright, you're gonna do amazingly!"[/color] Chloe exclaimed, smiling at Riley as she walked over to get set up. Her eyes then fell on the bar, and she couldn't help but feel wistful. Alcohol had never been her issue--as ironic as she realized it was, she never became addicted to it. Drugs, yes. But at the same time, she doubted that they'd allow the convicts to have too much to drink. There wasn't enough trust there. 

[color=ff6600]"C'mon, let's get some drinks,"[/color] Chloe said, nudging Ryan slightly. [color=ff6600]"How long's it been since you got a decent drink?"[/color] she asked, chuckling ever so slightly. Prison hooch was always an option and available, but from her experience, it didn't beat a real drink. Making her way over to the bar, assuming that the Irishman was in toe, she requested something strong and sweet. Things like strawberry daiquiris had always been her favorite--she never got into the more bitter drinks. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Ravi Chakrabarti[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/d4cf70b5fd4a3091abf964ab5ff8e04c/tumblr_inline_o9rwj6yqZ91txmes7_500.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Five miles west of Newnan, in the snow. [/center][hr][hr]Ravi gave Gavin a skeptical look, shaking his head as his friend thrusted his hand into the air. He imagined that Gavin must have been the sort of man who refused to stop and ask for directions, no matter how lost he was. But to be fair, in Ravi's experience, that was true for most American men. He rolled his eyes slightly at the arm wrapped around him, but continued to walk on with Gavin. It wasn't like they had any better ideas. 

[color=00ccff]"Ha ha ha, that's just brilliant,"[/color] Ravi replied, trying to dodge Gavin's hand, but his hair was ruffled nonetheless. At least his beard had escaped unscathed--he loved that beard, more than he loved some people, even. [color=00ccff]"Lovely singing voice, mate. Can you do opera? I'd say you'd be half decent at it, certainly more than the average bloke."[/color] He snickered a bit at his own joke, following Gavin in the wake he'd made for him. 

Ravi pulled his hat a little firmer down on his head, amused a bit at the irony. In all the time he'd lived in Seattle, he'd never gone to see the Seahawks play. They weren't that decent of a team anyways, from what he had been told. And now, here he was, trudging through the snow with Seahawks gear keeping him toasty. Stroking his beard a bit, he couldn't help but be pleased with how the upkeep of it was going. 

[color=00ccff]"Are you just intending to smash things and shoot people when we get to this place?"[/color] Ravi asked. [color=00ccff]"Perhaps don't go on a suicidal mission, chap. If you can help it."[/color]