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Post by scarlettjenner on May 15, 2012 21:18:10 GMT
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She couldn’t help but laugh at that. Did he really expect to fall off his chair after one drink? Even she wasn’t that bad. Though he did seem to make her laugh rather easily even if the majority of his jokes wouldn’t be that funny to the majority. She tended to laugh at most things, so he would never have any trouble with making her laugh. She watched him finish off half of his drink in one gulp and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason he couldn’t hold his alcohol. Because he drunk it too fast perhaps.
”Well...if you do end up falling off your chair, then I’ll have to catch up, so it won’t be as embarrassing for you,” She nodded, taking another sip from her drink. She’d be quite happy getting drunk with him really, because she had a feeling that he could be her responsible adult. And she definitely needed one of them if last week was anything to go by. She’d got ridiculously drunk with a teenager who wasn’t the least bit responsible. Another laugh escaped her at his next joke, though it probably came out more like a snigger than anything. An Indian and a redhead...she couldn’t help but glance around at that. Perhaps in the hopes that she would be able to read the other customers minds and find out if that was what they were thinking.
His next question surprised her. He wanted to talk about the outside? People didn’t tend to want to talk about it really. Even her parents avoided all conversations about it. It was dangerous and people out there had every chance of dying at any moment. That was all people tended to want to know really. Either that, or they’d give her a lecture on why she should move back to the Safe Lands. She’d got that lecture from a girl she had met a few weeks ago. A Scavenger, if she remembered correctly.
”I was alone for a few days...but then I met this guy, Sam. He invited me to come live with him,” She’d been fairly lucky to come across Sam really. She didn’t know what she would have done if she hadn’t found him. He’d given her a place to stay and she was eternally grateful. Though she left out the kissing thing. Jamal didn’t need to hear all about the fact that they had spent a fair portion of the first night kissing. ”I go out every so often. A couple of weeks ago, I met a scavenger girl from the Safe Lands. And then I met this biker kid in the park. And most recently there was Alex, a Met police officer. You run into all sorts of people out there. But most people are alone, like you said,”
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Post by JAMAL ANISH RAO on May 18, 2012 14:03:12 GMT
"Sitting on the side waiting for a sign,
hoping that my luck will change.""
The unfortunate thing was Jamal was likely to fall of his chair. He was that much of a lightweight, frankly. He emitted a boisterous laugh. "Not kidding! But if you're willing to take a tumble as well I guess my ego can survive," Jamal assured himself. "No but seriously, I can't hold my liquor," he spoke a little gloomily. "Jamal and liquor...never been sicker..." Boy he was corny with the cheesy jokes. Witty at times, but corny.
Jamal was forever curious about everything. The Outside was a hot topic for him - he would dip into the subject with an Outsider, hence why he had asked. He just wanted to know the drama of the situation. Leaning lightly on his elbow he listened to Scarlett as she shared her experience. It was cool how Scarlett had met so many peole, outside of zombies of course. Further more, that she had settled in a safe place. "Oh that's good. I can't imagine being on my own out there. Scary thought," Jamal said to her, more or less confessing that he hated the thought of being alone. Though Jamal's meaning of 'Alone' might differ from other people's. He was a single man, and rather happy with that status (and thankful that he was not married already.) He just didn't want to be left without a sense of community, something to work for and build upon. He was brought up in a close knit family, where family, kin and a sense of belonging were key to Indian family values.
Jamal then did something he did often; ask a rather personal question. He was too inquisitive for his own good, though he did not mean anything by it. It wasn't like he was malicious or on the ready to spill rumors. "Is Sam your boyfriend?" He then blurted out of curiosity. It was a thought. There were no real motives behind why he asked that, just making conversation It wasn't like he was trying to find some ground to make a dig at her. He then held up his hand in defense. "Sorry I shouldn't make that assumption. I know friends can live together." Jamal had the old fashioned assumption that a man and woman, not related, living together under the same roof were married. He really had to quit the old fashioned assumptions that he had been brought up in.
Jamal then shook his head at himself, heaving an intense sigh. He leaned on his elbow, hand clasping his forehead and rubbing his palm over it. He then made a small confession. Alright maybe I do need a beer...." he chuckled softly. The craving for one was growing on him. It had been so long since his last taste of alcohol. Though he would have to watch himself.
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Post by scarlettjenner on May 18, 2012 14:41:28 GMT
[style= width: 320px; height: 198px; background-image: url('http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/karen-gillan-amy-pond.jpg'); opacity: 0.75; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border: 2px #a1a19f solid; moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px] notes: 467 words | tag: Jamal/Scarlett It was all rather strange, she found, that the man in front of her didn’t really drink. It wasn’t something that she had ever come across before, and really, it was a nice change. Every man she had ever met seemed to have a love for all sorts of alcohol. Her dad, her brother, her friends at university, Sam. So to find someone who didn’t, it was actually quite refreshing and she found herself liking it rather a lot. Though she had a strange suspicion that his cheesy jokes would get even worse when he drunk. Not that she disliked them of course, she found it nice that he wasn’t embarrassed to just come out with random things. And that was the truth. Because when he asked his next question, she found herself shaking her head sharply.
”Sam? My boyfriend? Oh no, we just live together. Actually I’m just his lodger really,” Sure, they had kissed and she did find herself liking him a lot. But he was a lot older than her and she was pretty certain that he just saw her as someone to look after and baby all the time. Not girlfriend material at all. Though she wasn’t really bothered about it. She was just thankful to have found him and she was happy to have a place to stay. Though she had to wonder why Jamal had asked that. Maybe he was a bit old-fashioned. All that ‘men and women shouldn’t live together unless they were married’ thing.
Of course, he seemed to know that was the case because he was apologizing to her almost as soon as he had said it. Though really, it was an okay assumption. What was there to tell him that she and Sam weren’t dating? Though she realized that her housemate was still hung up on that girl from before. She shrugged, leaning over the bar to take another sip of her drink, before she decided to just down the whole thing. She placed the glass back on the table before she turned back to Jamal.
”Really? You’re going to have one? Well, I’m going to have to watch you, aren’t I? Do you really think I have the strength to carry you home?” She lifted up her arms to prove her point. Sure, they were toned from firing her bow but she wasn’t sure she had the strength to carry this man home if he fell off his stool after one drink. Oh well, maybe it wouldn’t matter too much. It could be fun getting drunk with him. ”Alright then, but you can get me another one while you’re at it,” She smiled knowingly. Because she knew that he had promised her a drink, singular, but it wasn’t going to stop her going for the plural.
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Post by JAMAL ANISH RAO on May 25, 2012 16:21:05 GMT
"Sitting on the side waiting for a sign,
hoping that my luck will change.""
He nodded in understanding as Scarlett clarified her relationship with Sam. Still, he felt apologetic about asking her. "Ah I see. Sorry I didn't mean to pry," Jamal apologised for his questioning. He really did feel like he was sticking his nose into her business, though unintentionally of course. He did not mean anything by it. "But its good that you're not living on your own. As I said, living on your own in times like this is pretty terrifying." That was just his own opinion. There was a moment of silence as Scarlett took a sip of her own drink and Jamal contemplated on getting a beer. Tough decisions, tough decisions....though he finally caved into the temptation. Why not? What was to stop him? His parents? Kamala's parents? Nobody was around to point the finger.
"I am..." Eyes fixed on her arms. He gestured them with a brief point of his finger. "By the look of your arms I think you might be able to do that. I hardly weigh anything...." Jamal spoke, widening his arms out to display the physical state of his body. His physique was slim - skinny - and he hardly weighed anything. It made it even worse that he was cut a little short of six foot, with a stature so lissome and willow he was rather underweight. It wouldn't take much effort to carry him. He propped his arms back up on the bar counter, brushing a hand over his dark hair. Eyes rolled out of amusement and a dash of annoyance as Scarlett made her declaration for another. "Alright...." he mumbled with consent. He was alright in buying her another drink, but she was going to keep asking after each one she would have to try and squeeze them out of him. Jamal flipped open his leather wallet once more.
Once they had received their round he wrapped his hand around the bottle of beer, relishing how icy it was on his heated palm. "Alright..." he lifted it by the neck, wiggling the bottle gently at Scarlett. "Cheers." Jamal said, before taking his first swig. The beer was freezing, tangy with bubbles and sharp with taste. It tasted really good. With the bottle back on the counter again, he breathed a sigh of delight. "That is good beer. Haven't tasted this in a long time." Jamal marveled at the bottle for a second. "I do drink..just not in excess. It's just the way I was brought up. If my parents ever saw me drunk they would kill me..." He chuckled in thought, toying with the bottle between both hands as it sat on the counter. Jamal them frowned slightly. Although his parents were very straight laced, and caused him some hell in the past, he missed them. He missed everyone - even Kamala. Soon enough the beer would open up his senses. His expression melted into a somber one, staring at the bottle before taking another drink.
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