<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/aa27b79b1437e9fa988e9e1c1d51b822/tumblr_nwwvmcxufw1r5f1tio2_250.gif)</div><strong>Character:</strong>C.J. Reed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14405426#msg14405426)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>20:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>She felt like she was going to be sick.<br/><br/>On the surface, the Head of Security for the sprawling Caribbean resort was the epitome of calm and collected.  A face that showed no emotions, a mask of cool indifference.  She walked with a sense of strength, of power in those strides as she carefully circled about the interior of the bar.  One look at her, and one could have easily gotten the Don't Fuck With Me vibe that radiated from the woman.<br/><br/>The Head of Security was supposed to give off such a presence, such a demeanor.  A silent and open challenge to anyone who would dare threaten the peaceful little bubble that had fallen around them, where all of the troubles of the outside would remained at bay.  A presence that was both intimidating and yet calming.  Reassuring.  Comforting.<br/><br/>But on the inside?  Beneath the crisp pale blue polo and khakis, beneath the slicked back hair and flesh that was scented of the apricot scrub sat a ball of frayed, anxious nerves that roiled around endlessly.  It was just barely visible, just barely, beneath the surface.  The deep, measured breathing that came in the few quiet moments, the wandering of her eyes, the holding of her hands behind her back.  She felt, as she wandered about the Lanai, beneath those soft lights, as if she were about to puke her brains out right then and there before everyone.<br/><br/>And honestly, could you blame her?  How many people could be in her shoes, to bear the weight and responsibility of ensuring that everything went safe, that everything went fine?  It would be a success if nothing happened, if no little drunken skirmishes broke out, if no little arguments got heated from just words into something more physical, and at a place like Serenity, the place often lived up to the name.<br/><br/>Yet there were always those little nagging questions in her mind, the seeds of anxiety that came from wondering about those What-If's.  It was her first year running the show on her own, the training wheels effectively off, with no mentor there to help take the blame if something went wrong.  Just her, there, responsible for every single face that crossed her eyes.<br/><br/>It was more than enough to make her want to have a drink.<br/><br/>Later, she told herself, pressing the ear-piece deeper into her ear as she watched and observed, waiting for the shift to be over while she lingered by the bar.