<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/><strong>"There you go, I know a model when I see one,"</strong>he smirked, that intense gaze still on her. He was a little suspicious about why she drew her hand away so closely - and he was quite sure he felt some metal on her ring finger. It was only a few seconds that he pondered the meaning of such a thing, but he didn't let that bother him for long. There was more urgent matters to worry about  - like, for example, how her fingers had sensually grazed against his exposed, ebony chest muscles. Jamal could tell she was reciprocating his advance.<br/><br/>Chuckling at her comment about him modeling, he smirked back at her,<strong>"Oh, I wish they paid me to look good. But I don't think I'd ever be able to hold such a sensual stare...not the way you do."</strong>With those words, the black stud audaciously planted his hand on her again - this time, his thick, dark fingers touching just the underside of her chin. His touch was warm and powerful, as with little effort, he lifted his chin upwards, stroking a single digit across her jawline. Licking his thick lips again, Jamal brought his face just inches from hers, the eye-contact near constant.<strong>"Yeah...just those eyes alone? They're killer."</strong><br/><br/>And as suddenly as he had tilted the woman's chin up, he turned her face to the right just as fast, forcing her to take a look at the crowd. Jamal looked towards the dance floor as well where small groups had fathered all around, many dozen eyes staring at the duo.<strong>"Look at that. We're drawing eyes already. Aren't you glad you're not alone no more? Looks like we make a good pair, huh?"</strong>he teased. His other hand searched for the arm that rested on the bar ledge, as he criss-crossed his fingers with hers, his strong, rugged palm meeting her own.<strong>"Come on, let's give 'em something to look at Charlie. Wanna dance? Let's...put on a show,"</strong>he suggested, that voice of his ever deep and confident.