☞ 024. (video / action)

[wouldnotkindly]

Uh, so... I get that there's a curse going on today, but. Uh.

[Jack is way too flustered over this.]

If anybody feels like kissing me — uh, especially while I'm at the bar... Could you maybe, uh. Warn me first? Please?

( ooc: Jack is tending bar today, so open action at the Blue Light, or out on the streets if that's your fancy! give him all the victory smooches. )

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[metaman]

[Have an Abed with his tissuebox-turned-camera suddenly appear]

Their lips meet in a blaze of heat, their tongues like flames licking the air, except instead of the air, it's each other.

[wouldnotkindly]

[It's not the kiss back that catches Jack by surprise, nor does it fluster him enough to pull away. No, that honor goes to the man with the camera and the Harlequin narration.]

Wh— [He jerks back, nearly flailing, his face a brighter red than maybe it's ever been before.] Who the hell are you?!

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough still has his hands on Jack's collar and shoots Abed a venomous look. He was kissing, here.]

'Flames licking the air', honestly?

[metaman]

They break apart, but their faces remain only inches apart. All his blood seems to rush to Jack's face -- enough to turn his face red, at least. It'd be kinda sad if at least a little of it didn't rush somewhere else.

[wouldnotkindly]

What— [Who is this guy? Why is he even— No, wait a minute.] How do you know my name?!

[rudeandginger]

Maybe if we ignore him he'll fade back into the woodwork.

[Come back he wants to kiss you again.]

[metaman]

The horny redhead smacks his lips and prepares to lay down another big one.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack finds himself pulled back into the kiss before he can do anything about it, but he's still a little distracted by the guy narrating. At least he didn't make another comment about Jack himself, but still — really?]