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[sup][@Pilatus] and anyone else who wants to mess with Jamal[/sup][/color][/center][hr]The sky was inky black, sparkling diamonds contrasting against the dark. Laughter, chatter and busy noise filled the air outside. Smiles glowed and eyes twinkled. It was moments like these that Jamal cherished. Never before has he seen the city so so beautiful. It was a calming, pleasant sight. It was unfortunate that he was part of the ugly side of the evening. He had been separated from his newly found friends, if they could be called as such. But that, like all good things, had to end. He had a duty to finish and that duty included standing outside looking like a very angry man. So there he was, furrowing his eyebrows at people and growling whenever someone came close. It was almost a routine. He imagined a three meter diameter circle around him. Anyone who passes into that circle gets growled at and maybe even called a rude name. Anyone outside of it gets glared and/or told to piss off. He quickly fell into a rhythm for the next two hours as it was quite the dulling experience. After a first couple smiles after scaring away particularly drunk citizens, it got boring very quick. The two of them - he finally learned the bald guy's name as Ralph - were entertaining themselves whatever way they could while on "scare duty". He was surprised that no policeman came to talk to them but they were technically doing nothing illegal enough here. 

As Jamal showed his sharp teeth at a particularly wimpy looking man, he thought back to today's events. Meeting new people was a thrilling experience and it was always good to break the ice every now and then. It was sweet to see such wonderful people filling up his city, particularly that tall woman he never got to learn the name of. Nor did she speak all that much when they talked. Well, now that he thought about it, he didn't think they "talked" at all! He furrowed his eyebrows before relaxing, waving it off as some sort of personality trait or disability. It didn't retract from her pleasant personality and likability so it didn't matter too much. Then he had to deal with those people affiliated with the biker gang, an escalating situation that was thankfully defused. The cartel gangsters with guns were still waiting there but it seemed unlikely that any conflict would arise. If it did, he hoped that the normal law enforcers patrolling the festivities packed enough punch to do something about it. He hated feeling useless but in a situation like that, he would've had no choice but to be a sitting duck. Alas, there was no shootout, thanks to himself. But the unorthodox manner he had conducted his "diversion" had consequences on his mental capabilities for the rest of the evening. He frowned then shuddered, shaking his head violently before setting back in place like nothing had happened. Because nothing did happen. Nothing was going to happen. Everything was alright. He met Kei and the drunk punched bushes, that was it.

Speaking of said drunk, said man was currently approaching Jamal with a solemn and sober expression. He had just finished whispering something in Ralph's ear before coming to him, pausing to glare at the taller man. The undercover cop just rolled his shoulders, suppressing a small smile. It was his fault he got so drunk on the job, why did he need to stop him? The slap marks on the other man's cheeks told the him all he needed to know about how he got sober so quick. He began mumbling under his breath, his lips a little swollen. [color=IndianRed]"What did you just say?"[/color]

"I said Ima replace you on this post bitch! Can't you hear, shitface?!" The man started sizing up, some obvious frustration and pent up anger in his eyes. But it deflated when someone behind him cleared their throat. Ralph stared at the recently sobered man, a disappointed frown on his face. He begun opening his jacket to reveal an old Colt Revolver, tapping the butt of the gun with a grin on his face. The drunk deflated even more and pushed Jamal out of the way, leaning against the pole with a tough expression. The shaking hands and shuffling feet showed there was a reality behind Ralph's threat. The policeman nodded at the older man before heading towards the hall, feeling the warmth of inside heating on his face as he got closer. He didn't let himself bask in the hear for any longer before stepping inside to the bustle of people. From his height, he couldn't see any familiar faces in the crowd. Oddly, he couldn't see the 7 feet tall blonde woman from earlier but she might've been masked by the crowd. A person pushed past him to get to the upper levels. More and more pushed past and eventually, the previously immovable rock was moved by a mass of people trying to get a better look. He wriggled and shoved to get his way out, eventually landing himself at the bar.

[color=indianred]"Oomph."[/color] Jamal caught himself from stumbling, grabbing on to the stairwell railing. Looking back at the hustle and bustle of civilians getting inside and out, he decided that patrolling the upper level was a much better idea. He would soon find himself in the upper level where more commotion was on going. People were separated in groups within the level and there were plenty of people but not as many as the downstairs entry. There were glances and even a few pointed stares. Ignoring this, he confidently strode to the makeshift bar and ordered a warm beer to suit the colder times. He drummed on his chair, bobbing his head as he looked at his surroundings. He spotted a familiar pair, an all too familiar pair from earlier. Marshals. Shit. He turned slower, playing it cool and hoping he didn't attract them. With the big fuckin' patch on his sleeve, he doubted he would get out of the bar without some sorta questioning. His beer glass arrived with a nod from the bartender, the drink soon finding itself easing into his lips.

This was gonna be a long night.