[ Maybe this would have been easier if they were both drunk again; Malik certainly had no idea who he was dealing with, as far as athletics were concerned. Hitting the pavement knocked the wind right out of him, and as he's sadly a scrawny beanpole, he doesn't the muscle to a) push James off or 2) crawl to freedom. That doesn't mean he doesn't try, pawing ineffectually at the ground, but he stops once the open guitar case catches his eye.
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He wheezes in lieu of laughing. ]
No wonder you were so jumpy.