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]

"Ah." Emma shifted to lay on her side and face him, resting one hand on his hip. "And telling me that my favorite teacher was a vampire right after I awoke would have been a horrible idea."

[bitten_notshy]

"Mmmm," Jack said, turning to nuzzle her hair lightly. "He wanted it kept quiet, too, and I don't go around telling secrets about people."

He considered that was exactly what he had just done, and amended, "... unless the circumstances change."

A dead girl was a big changed circumstance, yes.

[icecoldfrost]

"Unless circumstances change," she agreed. And two dead girls -- because that's what this Lauren was, too, -- was definately a change.

She let her hand drift to the small of his back, her fingers lightly tracing circles against his skin. "What now?"

[bitten_notshy]

"For me or for him?"

Jack -- who squirmed lightly under her touch -- didn't know, was the truth. He knew he believed that a vampire with a job, friends and a life among humans was less dangerous by far than one with none of those things, and (lingering loyalty aside) he would have wanted Mitchell to stay on the island for that reason alone. He also knew the only thing that would keep him from yelling his head off the next time he saw Mitchell was the utter futility of the exercise.

"I had promised to take a girl to the beach."

[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."