[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b] Building [b]7[/b] (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]

	James wasn't exactly sure what was going on with him. His pulse was rapid and his hands were shaking. There was a sense of a lack of control, somehow. Anxiety, like a ton of worry just dropped onto him. James was lucky that his outward appearance didn't show the extent of his sudden burst of emotion. If it had, likely more than one person would have taken notice. His face showed something, though. That much was apparent when he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Sally's cultured, British accent. 

	It was funny. Not "ha ha" funny, but "strange" funny. The feeling dissipated the second that Sally lay a hand on him, as if she was warding away some unknown evil. Or his own subconscious swallowed just enough of his stress to effectively fake it, seeing as he didn't want to embarrass himself or cause a scene at the reception. [color=firebrick]"Naw... naw, Miss Sally. I'm good. Really."[/color] He was a bad liar. Something was up, obviously, but his usual outgoing smile had returned, along with a more relaxed demeanor. [color=firebrick]"Just havin' me a moment, is all. Brotha can't live through a 'pocalypse without pickin' up some issues every now an' again."[/color] 

	Topping off the rest of his shot, James motioned to the barkeep for a bottle of something a little less potent to sip on. As it turned out, there was a glass bottle that was just right for him, repurposed to hold some decently drinkable corn and/or sweet potato fermentation. James didn't care too much, Ash and his boys working the Distillery were good at their jobs. Now, as this made his third beverage, the girthy blackneck wasn't sure if this marked the end of his alcohol ration. Naturally, he intended to take it nice and slow. [color=firebrick]"But hey there mama, don't you worry none. I'll start talkin' with Tati when she's all settled after the honeymoon. Cool?"[/color]