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While all of the electricity to the Bar is turned off, just like each and every one of the buildings, all of the alcohol has been left here, behind.

HOWEVER - no more is being restocked.

All ice has melted or will very soon. Anything cold isn't any more.

It seemed that Aubrey was not the only person thinking about a good bit of sun today; Jamal had decided to head to the beach for a good swim and a bit of beach running to help counteract the muscle loss he suffered during the two months in the wilderness. One might think he would have gotten enough of the beach during Sabin's 'experiment', but the tiger in him LOVED the water. The sand was wonderful for building strength in the legs also.

However, it had quickly grown too warm for him and he had stopped, deciding that a nice alcoholic beverage would be just the thing while he cooled down and waited for night to fall. Thus, Jamal had walked the length of the beach, heading for the beach bar that had hopefully been restocked. Why shouldn't it, anyway? Everything else was functional and certainly he wasn't the only islander to appreciate a good drink.

As he approached, he caught sight of a female at the counter and got a bit of a smirk on his face. He couldn't see her face, just her back from the direction he was coming, but didn't mind too much. At least, yet.

This could be fun.

When the sarong dropped, Jamal's eyes adopted a predatory glare as he checked out the woman without any sense of shame or feeling of wrong-doing. He was simply admiring the female form. A sly grin sprawled over his features as he approached the bar with a casual swagger, whiskers fluffing as he grew somewhat cocky. A quick glance around told him it was just him and this bikini-ed woman. Excellent.

He was nearly upon the bar when he did finally call out to her, giving a low-voice "Well, hello," that nearly dripped with a seductive tone.

Jamal looked alarmed as she suddenly went flying and had tried to catch her, but he wasn't quite close enough to do so anyway. Well, best to at least look like he made an attempt, right? Ladies didn't appreciate falling on their a** without a guy at least trying to help.

"Whoa, s**t, yous a'ight?" he queried hastily, offering a clawed hand down to her to assist her to her feet. "I didn't mean ta scare ya..." He'd only seen Aubrey once and that was in different circumstances, so it made sense that he hadn't yet recognized her. Though, as he continued to look at her, it was clear that some notion or another had struck him, because his cocky, self-assured look had developed into a critical, fast-thinking expession.

Jamal's eyes seemed to bore into hers as he continued to offer his hand and effectively lost any sort of warmth or friendiness they might have had; He had to know this woman from somewhere and the fact that she knew his name only confirmed it. It made him suspicious, to say the least. Jamal -rarely- could not remember a woman he had met.

The black man forced a smile as she explained that she had been startled and used a formal name for him, never losing the calculating expression until she finally gave up her name. It had been right there on the tip of his tongue and he would have figured it out either way, unfortunately for her.

Jamal looked unmoved by the name at first because he was piecing the name with a memory, but his eyes suddenly narrowed harshly, the pupils constricting as his glare sharpened ten fold. The hand that had helped her up balled up except for his index finger, which he pointed at her with, aware that his claws were definately weapon-worthy. The knife he had swiped from the kitchen was tucked in the waistband of his jeans; he never went anywhere without it now.

"It's -YOU-," he nearly bellowed as his nostrils flared with a sharp inhale of breath, fangs peeking from his lips as he snarled. "YOU did this to me! You ********' LIED to me!"

"Lyin' is what you DID," he retorted angrily, advancing as she moved away, growing more ticked off that she moved away. "Don't ya DARE ********' tell me to 'calm maself'. Ya THINK turnin' into a ********' animal isn't nuthin' ta be pissed off about? DO YA? DO YA? THIS AIN'T NORMAL."

He growled, his gaze fixed on her eyes without hardly a blink interrupting the glare that emitted from them, his sharp teeth flashing as he spoke in a highly animated manner, his hands cutting the air.

The response was like lightning. His hands went from flailing in the arm to latching on immediately to her, one at her wrist and the other near her elbow. For the moment, he was careful with his claws, but his grip was firm. His face contorted into a threatening snarl, eyes flashing.

"DON'T. ********'. TOUCH ME. EVA.," he snapped at her, more or less throwing her hand away from him, causing little more damage than a skin welt from the grip. "You dun enough already. You ******** up ma life and ev'ryone else on dis godfo'saken shithole...let us nearly die out herr fo' da past two months, 'n' now you wanna act like you jus' playin' 'n' you's ain't a bad guy? ******** no. ********. NO. Jamal don't play dat game. If you wasn't a lady, I would ******** YO' a** UP wit'out question."

He still wanted to hurt her. Hurt her REAL bad. The fact that the tiger instincts of confrontation had started to flicker on in the background of his thought processes wasn't helping his control either. They were fueling him on slowly...always slowly...but they were there.