The only light to be seen was that of an unidentifiable figure, far off from where Nemo seemed to be rooted to the spot in a psychological sense. A man. But he twisted and turned, thus preventing Nemo from spying upon him with a sense as to who it may be.
Easy. Breathe.
Nemo hastily jerked his shoulder free from the physical contact that had been made between himself and his drinking companion. Such an effect her presence did have on him when she felt uncomfortable, that he paid a brief moment to ponder over the undoubtedly catastrophic result her rage would have on him, should she bridge the gap between them once more to brush his skin with her own.
“I’m fine, McDonald.” His tone teetered along a fine line that joined interest, unease, and amusement. “What is it?” He cocked his head to one side, eyes alive with the curiosity of a philosopher. “Who were you looking for in me just now? That man that I found in your head? The angry one?” Admittedly, that one had been a shot in the dark on his part. “Because I’m not in need of ‘relaxing’ just yet. I pinky swear. I’m fine, just a little bewildered by the idea of being beaten at my own game by a cat lady.” He smiled in a boastful reminder of his ever-present humor, flippancy, and rebellion, if for no other sake than to insure Jack that he had not been angered by their game of truths and alcohol, and that it was not in his nature to react in such a way.
He turned then towards the trio whom he’d previously interrogated, and folded his arms across his chest in their presence, “Come on,” he coaxed the woman to reply, smirking all the while, “Be a good sport; it’s for the sake of records. You just may save my life” – granted, he was referring to his ‘life’ in a game of Ten Fingers, but he had no intention of elaborating – “with that answer of yours.”
It appeared he’d persuaded the woman out from behind her bemused mask, alas, for she replied, “ ‘ow do I get myself nnn-to these sitchyations?” She slurred with a complaining heave of her shoulders, “Nah. ‘ookers ‘er the same way. ‘r they dates now?” Quite the character, this one. Nemo liked her.
“You see?” Nemo spun to face Jack once more, wearing an expression which betrayed his glee towards his victory. “HA! I win this round!” He turned round in another dizzying whirlwind of limbs and extended his arms towards the woman, “Awwww, come ‘ere. I love you, you brilliant motherfcker,” he cooed and cupped her face, planting a loud kiss on her forehead.
“Now!” He exclaimed, simultaneously throwing an arm around Jack’s small frame as he returned to her side, “Put one of those fingers down, McDonald.”
OOC: Shameless multiple character flaunting. =P