<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-ish, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working/Light socializing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light but flirting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chels, CJ (mentioning), Open<hr/><br/>The whiskey burned a bit as it poured down his throat. It always did. The men who claimed that they didn’t feel the burn either drank way too much whiskey or lied to claim a little extra slice of masculinity. Either way, that wasn’t much how Mick chose to operate. He enjoyed whiskey, to be sure, but, he still knew when he was drinking it just from the bit of sting when it went down.<br/><br/>Like Sophia, he parked the glass upside down on the bar, then nodded along as she outlined her plan to get Raj to cut her loose for the night. He could still see her trying to shake the burn of the amber spirit. For a moment, he worried that whiskey wasn’t the best choice for the petite young woman, but she seemed to be handling her stuff well enough.<br/><br/>When she requested the escort back to her room, he paused a bit. Was that really a good idea? Sophia was emotional and probably on her way to drunk. On the other hand, she was a fellow employee and someone Mick liked enough to be concerned for her well-being.<br/>He took a sip of his own water, then paused to collect his thoughts. The right thing to do was to make sure she got back to her villa without incident.<br/><br/>“Sure, I’ll walk you back. You go talk to Raj, I’ll let CJ know that I’m stepping away, and I’ll meet you over by the gate.” He nodded in the direction of the gate labeled ‘Employees Only’ that marked the path back to the staff residences.<br/>