<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mychicagotherapist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/chris-evans-black-white-shirt.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Michael ‘Mick’ McIntyre (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406445#msg14406445)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:00 Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working/Light socializing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>A Slight Commotion<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia, Dom and Nick/Anna(mentioning), Open<hr/><br/>Sophia’s loud-mouthed ex was already making for the exit by the time Mick got within speaking distance of the group. The blush was already creeping over her face by the time he reached them, her head sinking toward the floor to hide it as best she could.<br/><br/>Before she spoke, Mick flashed a quick glance at Dom, who looked about as serious as he ever did in cleaning up a mess. There was no shortage of dealing with folks who got out of hand, but, when an interloper threatened violence against one of their own, he knew Dom to kick his intensity up a level. Mick didn’t have that in him. He could be protective, and be concerned, but, he was sure that he couldn’t muster the kind of intensity and appetite for physical violence to do Dom’s job.<br/><br/>Of course, Mick also wasn’t built to deliver that kind of punishment. Dom was.<br/><br/>He didn’t get a chance to say anything to Dom before Sophia reached him, her voice a bit shaky.<br/><strong><br/>"I'm sorry if I caused a scene.. I should have known he would make an appearance."</strong><br/><br/>Mick shook his head, “I don’t think it was you causing the scene, Sophia. You did the best he could. I think we’re all just glad you’re alright.” He was certainly glad that nothing more than Sophia being a bit frightened had happened, but he was trying to be careful not to make his own relief at her safety the focus. He liked flirting with her, and they’d worked together long enough that he wouldn’t want something like what Rodrigo was capable of to happen to her.<br/><br/>“A drink? Sure, Soph, let’s get you a drink.” Mick wasn’t sure that a drink was what Sophia needed, but he wasn’t ready to tell her no, especially after that little experience. He turned, placing a hand on the small of her back, and started to lead her back to the bar. As they worked back through the crowd, he kept a hand on her, bending a bit to speak and be heard, “Hey, don’t overdo it, though, okay? I mean it. Last thing you need is to get sick or something like that.”<br/><br/>Once they reached the bar, Mick flagged one of the bartenders and quickly requested two shots of Jameson. “Look, it’s been a rough night. I’ll do a shot with you, and then let’s see if you can get out of here. I’m sure there’s enough coverage.”<br/>