[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yN9kRR9v/tumblr-inline-pai0jg-G5th1rt2432-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (Conference)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Hand-to-Hand Combat, Stamina [/center][hr]	Beatrice stared for a slight moment as Thalia took off her shirt, considering what her end of the bet would be. [color=23D5B7]"Alright, but we might need to define [i]people[/i] at some point,"[/color] she quipped. There were a few ideas bouncing around in her head as to what she would want from Thalia if she were to win, but Beatrice wasn't going to just go out and say that. Instead, something more harmless and amusing came to mind. [color=23D5B7]"If I win, every time someone enters or leaves the room for the rest of the week, you have to do five seconds of jazz hands,"[/color] Beatrice wagered. She stretched her neck slightly, before deciding there was little point in just waiting around for Thalia to start the match. It was time to just get straight to it.

	She had set the O's aside and moved forward, managing to get a hand on Thalia. Her intention was to flip her and pin her to the mat, similar to what she had done to Hunter the other day. Everything was going according to plan, her technique was fine - that was, until halfway through the flip her arms gave out. At least the stakes on this spar weren't too high and she knew it was far from over, just from a botched move. The point of this really was to kill time and get her energy out anyways. And if her skin ended up pressed up against Thalia's? Well... she wouldn't complain. Though she wouldn't admit to anything more than that. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/598d2cfb9fa20176f42a0346bffd9a3d/tumblr_mjqny52CHt1qetpu1o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Jack didn't complain at all as Tatiana positioned his hands - it was probably for the best. Knowing him, he'd go way too low or way too high and somehow, his hands would end up tied into a knot. He had the dancing skills of a drunk flying pig. As he slow danced with his wife gently, Jack couldn't help but smile as Tatiana put her head on his chest and told him that she loved him. It had been a while since she had said those words aloud, but he didn't think that meant she had fallen out of love with him or anything. She had been shy and skittish when they first met. Then she had become fearless. And now, she was a phoenix - life was all about change, Tatiana never really was going to stay the exact same no matter the circumstances. [color=00ff00]"I love ya too,"[/color] he said with a grin. 

	He had been about to make a joke that he loved her more than coffee, only for his nostrils to be assaulted as Wayne ran over with Jamie. Thank goodness they were somewhere that Jack would be able to take his time changing the kid - that was one of the best perks of the settlement they were in. He could do proper diaper care without worrying about the undead coming after him, attracted by the poo scented to-go burrito Jamie had made himself into. [color=00ff00]"Yeah, my turn,"[/color] he said with a chuckle, pulling away from Tatiana and taking the stinky little guy. [color=00ff00]"Ya know who ya remind me of when ya stink like that, Jamie?"[/color] he asked his son, not expecting an answer. [color=00ff00]"That's right - the Yankees!"[/color]

	He gave Tatiana a quick smile. [color=00ff00]"Back in a sec,"[/color] he said, not looking forward to cleaning Jamie but hey, someone had to do it and Jack wanted to give Tatiana a break.