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[sup][@aladdin_sane], [@Rabidporcupine] and [@Robo27] specifically[/sup][/color][hr][/center]This was raw fear. A fear so unprecedented, so unwanted, so [i]overwhelming[/i] that he ignored anything anyone said. Even as the cardboard man addressed him, he was silent. He had only felt this type of fear once before, when he entered a gentleman's strip club for an undercover drug operation. The amount of pure [i]lust[/i] in the air, the sudden sexual frustration building tension within the rooms he entered. Not everyone was like that of course but many of the men who were there had very pent up sexual lives. They had been free to express themselves in that little club of theirs. It was horrifying to him, the amount of desperate looks sent towards his way. Although no prune, the acts they had conveyed in their eyes... It shook Jamal to the core. It made him feel this special type of [i]fear[/i] that was different from any other. He wasn't immune to it, he couldn't be the invincible ice man when he was confronted with it. A sexual fear which crept into his mind and promised so many things to him. So many things that he disapproved of. As Sasha introduced himself, he felt that familiar chill up his spine. That tingle at the back of his throat and the widening eyes. He felt that same attraction from that man, that [i]lust[/i]. He suppressed a shudder.

As Sasha spoke of his Slavic customs, Jamal took one small step backwards. His dress became tighter and sweat was starting to drip down his forehead. The clothing felt like it was a second skin, the muscles very obvious now. He doubted it was of any consequence to the man approaching him. Time slowed down and he steeled himself for the kiss to come. It would be simple contact, nothing more. There was nothing to worry about, he should just let it be. There was nothing behind it. Nothing behind it. Ignore the man smelling you, ignore it. Be a man, be man, be a man. Cool as ice. Those aren't lips against your lips, those are donkey scrotum. Donkey scrotum was innocent. It wasn't weird. Ignore that you're kissing a donkey's scrotum. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

After 3.06 seconds, and he knew because Jamal counted, the donkey scrotum parted from his lips and he allowed himself to breathe. In, out. In, out. He opened his eyes to another distressing sight. Sasha kissed the cardboard man and proceeded to whisper in his ear. The cardboard man, the one he despised. The one he so rudely, but pleasantly, ignored earlier when they officially met a few moments earlier. Before he kissed Sash- the donkey's scrotum. He muttered Urdu curses under his breath before turning to Kei. He put on a big smile at his remark. He glanced back at the duo still entangled and started whispering [color=IndianRed]"Pretty fuckin' trippy, gettin' kissed aye? I dunno 'bout you but I gotta take this asshole"[/color] he gestured towards the drunkard ripping the leaves [color=IndianRed]"towards the ballroom. Before I kiss the donke- Sasha again, I mean Sasha. Come with if ya want homie."[/color]

Jamal nodded once at Kei before walking towards the drunkard. Hurriedly, as if spurned on by some unknown force to do things quicker, he smacked the drunkard on the back of the head. The man went out cold and before long, started snoring in the snow. The half-Pakistani grimaced before dragging the snoring man up and slapping him a few times. The drunk's eyes flew open and flicked towards Jamal before muttering "Jimmy? Did I fuck 'im up bro?"

The undercover cop just grunted before starting to walk towards the ballroom with the drunk in tow. He gestured for Kei to come but with a look that said he could stay if he wanted. He took time to say a small goodbye to cardboard man and donkey scrotum before leaving quickly towards the ballroom. Away from donkey scrotum. No more donkey scrotum. Donkey scrotum no kiss.

Good thing the drunk was too drunk to hear Jamal's crazed mutterings.