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"You'll prolly run inta a group sooner o' lata'. Dat Ambrose b*****d always got people 'round him, it seems. Prolly cause he's onna da peeps who been herr da longest. They all thinkin' he must know ev'rythin'." It was obvious that Jamal didn't have the highest regard for the wolfman right now...a shame considering they had been on alright terms before the outburst in the cafeteria. "And as fo' New Years, I was gonna say...you only say trashed 'n laid, then dat's jus' like any otha' night. I could go fo' burnin' sumthin' down though. Maybe the Doc's lab." He go a look of wistful thinking on his face for a moment, then sighed. "Too bad dat's prolly impossible since there be ********' cameras EV'RYWHERE."

As she got comfortable, his eyes settled on the sketchbooks, which he had just noticed. He remembered that she had said she was a tattoo artist...could that be some of her stuff?...too bad the island didn't have a place to get tattoos on it because he wouldn't mind a new addition to his own collection.

Jamal passed her a sidelong look, a brow lifting discretely. "I'd so love ta ******** wit' dat guy's mind...o' give him sumthin' worth watchin'. Whicheva. If he gonna look, might as well give him a good show." He absently wondered if Moreau had been looking in on Antony's first night. Hehehehe...

He took the sketchbook and opened the cover to start flipping the pages carefully, knowing that stuff like this generally had some sort of sentimental meaning with it. A lot of the stuff was so detailed that he was visibly impressed and a few of them were things that he actually did like enough to want to donate a patch of skin for them.

"s**t, I wish I could draw," he commented quietly, pausing on one rather intricate sketch.

Jamal didn't notice her flushed face and if he had, he probably wouldn't have drawn attention to it. Instead he thumbed through the sketchbook more slowly, giving each a very critical look over. "I bet you put some of ya own work on peeps though, yeah? If you worked at a tattoo place...I know lots of guys in ma' gang used ta go in those places wit'out an idea of what ta get and ended up wit' s**t dat the artists made up. That's pretty ********' sweet if ya ask me. I wouldn't mind a coupla these on ma'self even, and I don't usually go fo' stuff like dat.."

He noticed her alteration, going from have to had, and flinced inwardly at it. Sounded like she accepted her fate.

Jamal nodded some as she said her piece, finding some of it to be stuff he'd heard before from tattoo experts in his gang. "Yeah...I could see dat bein' right...prolly why I got da tribals and s**t I got now, he said, pausing then on the sketch of Owl.

He knew it obviously wasn't a tattoo just by the subject manner (even though he HAD seen some weird a** s**t on people). He glanced over to Antony to get an explaination, but her averted eyes again made him decide not to ask further. The sketchbooks were of a life before the island, so certainly there had to be something about them that brought back memories that she might not rather deal with right then. Still, he couldn't help but be curious, which showed plainly on his face as he turned the page so that picture was no longer visible and finished browsing in silence.

Jamal hadn't really expected any sort of answer to his unasked question, so when she did grant him a little bit of detail, he nodded and accepted it appreciately. She didn't have to say anything, but she did.

"Ev'rythin's always complicated," he mused aloud, but didn't really want to pry in farther into her life if she didn't want to talk about it. There was plenty about his life he didn't feel like talking about and figured it would only be fair for her to turn the tables on him some day if he got nosy. "Don't worry 'bout explainin' nuthin'. It ain't none of ma' business anyway."

He was trying very hard to keep his thought away from his own past...what he left behind...but it was difficult to do so when you were looking through other people's memories and things just sort of related to stuff you once knew about.

"Sounds about right," he said in agreement once again. Being drunk and high were always a good way to ease the pain...

Or they could just skip that whole part and go right for option three, as it seemed that was Antony's thinking. The way she said "Kiss Me" was almost rude and very no-nonsense...understandable, but somewhat unexpected.

However Jamal wasn't one to refuse a kiss request, especially since he too needed to get his mind off things thanks to Antony's minor trip down memory lane. He wanted to forget that he had a past completely...maybe that would make it alright to have to live on this island. To have nothing to remember.

She was already sitting close as it was, so all he really needed to do was tilt his chin down just a little and lean in slightly until their lips connected. His arms instinctively wrapped about her waist to pull her closer.

If anyone thought that Jamal cared that he was being used...well...they are so wrong.

As she shifted into his lap, he didn't have to worry so much about pulling her closer since she was doing that just fine on her own. Instead he let one hand skim down to the small of her back, then down to the top of her jeans while the other went north up her spine and shoulder.

The deepening kiss made his neck tingle pleasantly, his lips sharing the same sensation as he fought to meet every inch of her mouth with his own, pausing to nibble once or twice on her bottom lip as he felt a warm flush pass over his skin.