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[sup][@Silver Fox], [@Almalthia], [@Pilatus] and [@Robo27] specifically[/sup][/color][hr][/center]

Jamal didn't know what he expected. Well, he did but it was so far off the truth that he wasn't going to admit that he was wrong. So instead, he settled for pleasant surprise. When surprisingly calloused hands cupped his cheeks and soft lips grazed his forehead, he should have been offended. He was duped, one could say, even though the outcome was preferred over kissing. He was made a fool. But when she retreated back and placed a finger on his heart, he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a smile. It was nice to know that there were people like her, innocent and warm. He could understand the gesture and appreciated it, even though he had no one he could really make the gesture too. He was always... far too busy for a relationship and he never counted his one night flings as anything resembling one. The last time he had a deep connection with another person was so long ago that he couldn't even remember what it felt like. Sure he can remember what lips tasted like, what it felt to have someone under you under the bed sheets but the feeling of a true kiss? Not since his mother died. Ever since, he was driven to loneliness and separation from most normal people. It was nice to be reminded like this, reminded how physical contact was more than a release of sexual frustration. It was nice to be reminded what fun was.

The officer nodded at the woman, who he still didn't know the name of. But he felt as though it wasn't necessary to. Sometimes all you needed was the personality, not the name which labelled the person. She gestured towards the mistletoe and made a knowing smile. The man just scratched the back of his neck under his dreads, face promising an apology. She turned to her side and let him pass. He offered a real smile this time, who came from the man himself and not "Jimmy". This woman reminded him what kind of people he was here to protect, what the value of his actions were. To keep Sol's innocent few, people like her and in this party, safe from the criminals who threatened them. With one last nod of acknowledgement, he set about his task with an interception course towards his nearest companion. He took larger strides, his arms swinging with a purpose as he swaggered into the crowd. All the while, he had to find a way to distract the idiot he was homing on to, to protect the people in this crowd from a potentially horrid gang fight. He ignored the ranting man that passed him, the musical crescendo and the dancers who surrounded him. He was completely focused on the thug in front of him. He had a horrible idea but a fun one.

[color=IndianRed]"Hey bro,"[/color] Jamal started, getting the attention of the musclehead in front of him. [color=IndianRed]"Ralph started talking shit about you and called you gay."[/color]

The change was instant. "The fuck?! Why did Ralph say that on this fuckin' op, Jim?"

The officer kept his cool as his counterpart's face contorted into disbelief. [color=IndianRed]"Ya see, we were chattin' and shit and we were talkin' about havin' sex with bitches real slow, you know what I mean? He took a couple swigs of the Jack Daniel's from the party and started talkin' about your missus man. Told me you couldn't get it up anymore and that he had to 'lay with your missus for her benefit', if you know what I mean? Cause, I think he said, 'you were only attracted to guys and didn't even like Sophia, I swear to God he has a sex toy collection'. Then he called you gay and shit."[/color] The man's face contorted into true anger. By the smell of his breath, his swaying with the wind and unfocused eyes, the man was drunker than Jamal had previously thought. This was perfect for his plans.

"Who is this motherfucker named Ralph and where can I beat his fuckin' ass Jim." Jamal smiled and pointed at a man sized bush near a post where an Asian man was currently situated. His companion, now thoroughly enraged, emitted a low growl as he stomped towards the bush. He pushed his way through the crowd, huffing and puffing. The officer followed him, making sure that the man didn't do anything too stupid.

"You Ralph, motherfucker?" The drunkard pointed at the man sized bush, dribble going down his chin. "I'll fuck you up, you green bastard!" He began pounding his chest, now glaring at the man sized bush with murder in his eyes. He tackled the bush, muscular arms punching the shit out of the bush. Jamal stood a safe distance away near the post, staring at the ridiculous scene in front of him. His plan was going better than expected, now to wait for some policeman or the nearby marshal to detain the man in front of him. He wasn't supposed to be intoxicated anyways. [color=IndianRed]"Yo' doing good man,"[/color] he encouraged with a deadpan voice [color=IndianRed]"yo' definitely doin' a number against that asshole."[/color]

The fake thug sighed and looked towards the Asian man near him. He nodded and extended a hand. [color=IndianRed]"Hope he ain't disturbing yo' evening, bushwhacker got his ass way too drunk. Name's Jimmy."[/color]

That woman before had shown him the nice part about this city, maybe there were more people like her around?