<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Km28270.png)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>8:00 PM-ish<br/><strong>When:</strong>Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mood:</strong><strong>I Don't Really Care... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zZ2bifb338)</strong><hr/>Though Jamal still felt a little blue-balled from his interaction with Charlie, he didn't regret it one bit. He could still feel her lingering warmth in his body, as he drank his cool drink. But his train of thought was disturbed when was disturbed by two other guys he knew from work. Not relative strangers like Chris, but friends he knew well, acquaintances,<em>his boys.</em><br/><br/><strong>"What are you two clowns doin' here?</strong>Jamal grinned at them, shaking hands with one, then the others.<strong>"You guys wouldn't fucking believe it,"</strong>he started to say, his language unfiltered as he continued,<strong>"Just had my chance to dance with the hottest girl here tonight. She looks like a damn model with an ass that's thick and tight all at once. I was all up on it...don't even know how to describe it."</strong><br/><br/>His friends laughed, cackled, and jeered as, wanting more details, and Jamal didn't shy away from offering them.<strong>"Yeah...she was grinding all up on me like this. I mean..."</strong>he paused for a second,<strong>"We were almost literally about to fuck each other on that damn dance floor. But looks like she had second thoughts last minute, haha,"</strong>he grinned. Jamal took a swig of his drink as he almost finished up his bragging.<strong>"She's already got a man...that guy...Chris? Or something? But yeah, I gave her my card. I know she'll get in touch. You know how these white girls are - can't keep their hands off dark chocolate once they get a taste..."<strong></strong></strong>