[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 -> Room 5)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Spanish[/center][hr]	Some people might have underestimated Thalia and thus had a great blow to their pride dealt - but not Beatrice. As Thalia knocked her knees out and sent her flying to the ground, Beatrice's self image remained intact. Thalia was a terrific fighter - the loss of a hand didn't change that. However, as Thalia growled and then came to be on top of her, Beatrice couldn't help but giggle slightly. As her friend shifted her aura from predatory to suggestive, Beatrice couldn't help but giggle and laugh even more. She wasn't normally the type to giggle when her friend was behaving like a dominatrix, but something about the situation just brought a genuine smile to Beatrice's face. She was about to make her next move, but it was time to turn in for the day. The spar would have to be resumed another time. 

	With Thalia still on her, Beatrice found herself saying the words before she could even really process them and decide whether or not that was a good move. [color=23D5B7]"¿Qué tal en lugar de abrazarte, te follo?[sub]1[/sub]"[/color] Beatrice inquired, smirking slightly. She didn't know how Thalia would respond to that, but it had already been said. She couldn't take it back now. And there was a distinct chance that once quarantine was over, they'd never see each other again. Dying with regrets wasn't something she had in mind, so it was time to at least go for what she wanted. Besides, the last person she had slept with? Richard (Dick). Sleeping with Thalia would be a good palette cleanser. 

	Regardless of Thalia's answer though, once Thalia was off of her, she headed back to the room that they shared with Erica. And no, she wouldn't care if Erica was kept up all night by the two of them screwing. Beatrice had no shame. 

[hider=Translations]1 = How about instead of hugging you, I fuck you?[/hider][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 -> Room 3)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Jack tried not to look too grateful as Hank came over and offered help. It occurred to him that already, Hank had done more for Jack than Jack's father ever had. He tried not to dwell on that thought too much, nodding a bit. [color=00ff00]"Thanks, man,"[/color] he said, looking a little bit relieved. Jamie had cooked up an excellent end of the day surprise for him and having someone to help him with it? That would always be welcomed. He rolled his eyes slightly at Wayne - Jack never had liked New Yorkers. Sure, the Yankees were horrible, but then the city was so large, sprawling, and cold. It wasn't the heart and soul of America's finest institution - Dunkin' Donuts! Hell, even the Rangers were terrible - Jack was a Bruins man, through and through. 

	Whether or not Hank gave up on helping as Wayne suggested, Jack would do his best to clean up little Jamie. Once everything was good and normality was restored, he turned in with his wife and child, returning Tatiana's kiss. He was excited for the next day - but at the same time, terrified. He wanted more than anything to keep his family together. He didn't like the idea of leaving Jamie at Mexico Beach without at least one of his parents - Jamie needed someone to look out for him, to protect him, to make sure that he was safe and grew up loved and cared for. Of course, he didn't like the idea of not being with Tatiana either - but if push came to shove, he would leave if it meant Tatiana and Jamie could stay. Their survival was more important than his own. 

	[color=00ff00]"I love ya, solovey,"[/color] he whispered, getting into bed himself.