Ashton Griffone || Central Point || Public Party || Friday Evening
@SgtEasy
He was looking at something, Ashton wasn't sure what but it seemed to interest this man. The dark skinned man had such a serious expression. Perhaps he was having a meeting? Perhaps for work or with friends? Amethyst eyes studied him curiously, watching his body language though he did put up a good wall to defy any readable gazes. Although at his response, Ashton's smile visibly brightened more then any light that was currently present, giving a little wave in a silent response. Purple orbs blinking rapidly in surprise as she felt a hand clamp on her chin to bring her down a bit, she found that this man face was drawing closer.
Some thoughts rapidly ran in her brain. One, this man had quite rough hands. They weren't being mean or anything, it was just hands that was someone experienced. By his muscle, could be a various of things. Could actually be a thug, could be a construction worker, a police officer, maybe a army man, or other various occupations.
Another was one that he seemed like he was seriously going to go through with the mistletoe tradition, which did surprise Ashton quite a bit. The last thing people seemed to want to do was lock lips with the big oaf that was the blonde firefighter. It did flatter her but she did have to quickly ponder that in reality only took a millisecond. With a amused smile, the tall blonde raised both hands and clapped them over Jamal's cheeks, trapping his head in between them. It was a gentle grasp, but it had strength. Her unprotected fingers calloused and overused with hard work during her time in the military and as a firefighter. Cuts and burn scars lightly decorating them.
Ashton gave a sigh through her smile and leaned down and placed her lips gingerly against the man's forehead, as if a mother wishing her child a goodnight or farewell before pulling back. Her amused and unoffended smile remain, removing her hands to wave her left index finger gingerly before gently near his lips then draw it down to his chest where his heart rested. A silent way of saying that he should save such a action for someone he really did care about. A kiss was suppose to be special after all, a magical feeling.
A friend from work, Marine, would say it wouldn't be a big deal. That someone who looked like this probably romanced plenty of women. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't find that someone. No, she wasn't going to tell him what to do or how to do it, it was just something she hoped he would experience. Be happy and find peace after any hardship he may have face. If she could somehow help him that in the long run, even with such a tiny act, then she would be happy.
Even if this was the first time meeting this man.
Having a feeling the poor guy was in a hurry or meeting a friend, she gave a silent chuckle, the blonde patting his shoulder and gave a wink, her right hand doing a circular movement towards the mistletoe as her gaze flicked to the plant before returning to him. Trying to say he should probably be more careful. Before giving a bright smile and waved both of her hands in unison as if to say farewell and to have a Merry Christmas before moving to step out of his way.
After all, she was sure her tall form made a inconvenient wall for his friends he was probably looking for.
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