<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Km28270.png)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>7:00 PM-ish<br/><strong>When:</strong>Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie | Open<hr/>Jamal stared down at the playful, extremely satisfied with how she'd responded. There was a little bit of mischievousness in her voice, the type of thing that a man could just get hooked on in a girl. Watching her as she bit her lip, he did so as well, almost reflexively in a response of flirtation.<strong>"Clever woman, I like the way you think,"</strong>he smirked at her.<strong>"And say you were here alone...that might've been the case two minutes ago. But now?"</strong>he took a step forward and shook his head,<strong>"Not anymore."</strong>Jamal was never shy of implying when he was overtly interested in a woman, and as he let go of her hand and scooted closer to her, he was hoping to make his interest in her, known.<br/><br/><strong>"Pleasure to meet you Charlie,"</strong>he said, opting to use her nickname.<strong>"Can't say I disagree with you either, it's almost like men in expensive suits and gorgeous women in...</strong>" he paused for a moment, his eyes glazing up and down her dress in admiration. Reaching a hand out, he gently took her wrist, and loosely, he tugged on her arm, peeling her just a few inches away from the bar counter to get a better look at her.<strong>"..and gorgeous women in sexy dresses, belong together,"</strong>he continued, licking his lips visibly while he locked his eyes with hers. His pupils were a dark brown and his stare intense, almost as if he was fantasizing about her as he looked at her.<br/><br/><strong>"Hell, I'm sure glad I found you tonight, Charlie,"</strong>he said, giving her a playful pull towards him. Snaking his neck back, he called out to the bartender.<strong>"Can you get her another one of whatever she's havin'? I think we're gonna stay and chat for a while."</strong>With his free hand, he took a sip from his own drink, before turning his attention back to the woman, his thumb brushing over her fingers as he tried to feel around for a wedding band, an engagement ring, anything that would give him a cue to how much of what she was saying was honest opinion and just how much of it was playful flirtation.<br/><br/><strong>"You a model or something, Charlie? I'm sure I've seen you before...I'm picky about my <em>reading material</em> but I gotta say, you do look familiar,"</strong>he whispered, having vague, subconscious recollections of Instagram browsing.