Room 632, Atlantis Resort, Late Tuesday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had toured the aquarium and then gone back to his room with the vague intention of finding a swimsuit to finally get to the beach. (He knew that was where he should be, he just ... hadn't felt up to it. There was a lot of malaise in Jack this week, and he couldn't snap out of it despite a general urge to roll his eyes at himself. It wasn't exactly news that vampires were not fluffy puppies, after all.)

He wasn't showing any signs of making it this time, either. After a half-hearted search of his drawers, he'd opened yet another tiny bottle from the minibar and was nursing a scotch as he flipped through a book on criminal profiling. He was sure it would be very interesting, if he could actually focus on the pages.

[OOC: For anyone who might want to track him down.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Please. The staff spread squirrel-started rumors about the students on the radio. Attempting to get any 'adult' on the island to see reason was an exercise in utter futility.

"You did," she agreed, smirking slightly at the squirming. "Feeling a bit more up for braving the world outside your room?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Immensely so," Jack confirmed, and leaned in for a kiss. "And thank you for listening, Miss Frost."

[icecoldfrost]

"I didn't even yell," Emma pointed out, pleased with herself. "I ought to, considering some of the ridiculous risks you took, but I think I shall use my sulk instead, and guilt you into buying me ridiculously alcoholic drinks instead."