<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MBHyz3B.png)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>9:00 PM-ish (?)<br/><strong>When:</strong>The Night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Poker Game<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mood:</strong><strong>Shower Screen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJvatGfD9Pg)</strong><hr/>Still a little blue-balled, by excited by the prospects of the night, Jamal looked forward to Charlie's text message which would detail the address and the specifics of the little get-together that night. Showering Charlie's scent - and the scent of chlorine - off his body, he got dressed for the occasion. With a casual short-sleeved, button-down shirt and a light pair of shorts that contrasted heavily to his dark top, he dressed in a relaxed fashion, hoping for a relaxed night.<br/><br/>After receiving the information, he drove on over, wondering how the night would go, and who would be there. He knew he had to be nice to Chris. The guy wasn't a bad man at all, and had shown Jamal, nothing but kindness and friendship. Besides, it was obvious that the beautiful Charlotte loved her man very much. So if he wanted to get in good with her, he'd have to behave with Chris. There would be no problem with that, he thought.<br/><br/>Entering the house as he carried a bottle of hard liquor hooked in his index fingers, he looked around, wondering where all the commotion would be. "Nice place..." he murmured to himself, satisfied that his new friends were doing quite well for themselves. With Charlie's expensive and classy tastes and Chris' stellar job performance, it all made sense.