<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iGTTE.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character's Name:</strong></span>Johara Qussandei<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>The Starting Point tavern, Jack's room<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>With whom:</strong></span>Jack<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't until Johara had stood up that the full effects of the alcohol really began sinking in. She wasn't drunk, but she did have a pretty solid buzz which seemed to fill her up with a warm and euphoric sensation. Everything seemed brighter and more cheerful as she followed Jack across the tavern's main room, from the lights all the way down to the faces that she saw, which no longer seemed to be harboring any secret sadness. It was mostly just in Jo's head, of course, but at the time she didn't really realize that or care, she just knew that the ambiance surrounding her was pleasant.<br/><br/>By the time that they'd reached the second floor, she also started becoming increasingly aware of her own libido which was growing more agitated with each passing second. It was probably helped along a little bit by the pleasant high that she was feeling, but the root of her desire was basically just the attraction that she felt for Jack, and her yearning to be in the company of somebody whom she felt could understand her on a deeper level. Most people simply didn't get her need for independence, in spite of how much they liked to think that they did, but on this night she'd found somebody who seemed to have been bitten by the same bug as her.<br/><br/>The interior of Jack's rented room was nothing if not unsurprising. Very utilitarian would have been the best way to sum it up, but that was more or less what Jo would have expected from a rugged, traveling warrior, and she was perfectly content with that. Besides, it wasn't the decor that she was interested in, nor Jack's material belongings, otherwise she probably would have tried to land in some bombastic merchant's lap instead of his.<br/><br/>"Charming," was Johara's only reply to the man's comment before she pivoted and practically threw herself into him, trusting the broad-shouldered warrior to be able to handle her without any problem. Pushing herself up onto the balls of her feet, she pressed one hand against Jack's chest, right over his heart, and a second one on the side of his jaw, steadying and guiding it while her lips made their way to his.<br/><br/>Never having been one for strictly (or even loosely, for that matter) adhering to traditions, Jo saw no reason to wait for Jack to make the first move, especially not when they both knew exactly why they'd gone up to the room together in the first place.