<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/ElizabethHastings.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Elizabeth “Liz” Hastings<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jack Williams<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13th, early night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bedroom<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Was he actually blushing? ‘Oh my god, he is,’ Liz thought to herself. It made her smile. She wasn’t mocking him at all, it was just very cute. With a lop-sided smile, she just nodded her head at him to let him know that she understood he wanted to was the day’s grime off before they got personal. She remained quiet though, not wishing to embarrass him further. She liked that he was not the kind to leave clothes lying around. Liz really disliked living in a messy environment and the fact that he put everything where it belonged when he was done with it earned him extra points.<br/><br/>During his shower, Liz tried to think of a way that she could help him unwind. It wasn’t unusual for Liz to have to put people at ease. Either it was a girl who was shy of modelling in underwear or a client that was aroused out of going through her portfolio of models in different state of undress but always classy. She left the room, leaving the door open and headed for the fridge. On the way there, she met with Vicky, who assured her that there was beer in the fridge, and that she could take some.<br/><br/>Liz was back into the room before Jack was out of the shower. She put both beers on coasters on the corner of the woman’s drawers and went into the washroom to talk through the door. “Don’t brush your teeth just yet. I got something for you.” She said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear over the water. Beer could taste nasty after toothpaste, about as bad as OJ in the morning. She returned into the room to wait for him and was struggling to remove the damn twist-cap off her own beer when he finally came out.<br/><br/>“Hey.” She said when he was finally back, and then he spoke again as if he had really done something he shouldn’t have. “It’s nice to meet you too, Jack. And really, you’ve done nothing wrong. I got you a beer.” She said and released the damn cap that just wouldn’t come off to shake his hand. Her hold was a firm grip, but a comfortable one. She disliked shaking someone else’s hand to find it limp and soft. “You looked a bit tense and I thought you might enjoy to unwind and have a drink with me.” She offered, quite straight forward. “well, if I can manage to open this damn bottle anyway.”<br/></div>