<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">He was too fucking cute. She could just eat him up! She kinda already had a mind to. At least, she was pretty sure she was going to get a taste of him, though nothing was 100 percent, she reminded herself. Then again, given it had been five minutes and he was already saying things to her in Spanish, she had to figure that chances were well in her favor for getting his hands on her body. That kind of certainty did all sorts of things to a girl's head too.<br/><br/>"Why thank you, papi." She answered with a giggle, having understood him largely because she'd taken Spanish in high school and had maintained her knowledge while being around several Latinos both at college and on the ship. "I'm Charlie, by the way."<br/><br/>The press of his body against hers was not so easily shook off, no matter what expression she wore. Already her body was reacting with nerve endings firing and all sorts of places tightening and tingling. Her nipples were not unaffected and chose to let their presence to be known rather insistently to the point that she was wishing she hadn't bothered to put the damn t-shirt on. The fabric was only making the maddening feeling worse as she watched Micah attempt to return to something approaching professional. She wanted to tell him not to bother. The damn pipes could be gushing and she'd still rather have his attention on inspecting her much the way he'd given her the once over earlier rather than whatever problem was there. That there turned out to be something of a leak didn't even really register. Not when he grabbed towels to mop up the extra bit of water and not when he took it upon himself to get under the sink.<br/><br/>"I work here. Well, not on the island but on one of the ships. I'm a DJ." She replied smoothly, considering her options for a moment. She could remain standing there, hovering and generally being useless for anything but thoroughly exercising her imagination, or she could get a little closer. You know, actually attempt to help.<br/><br/>She opted for option number two of course, though she fully recognized that the question of just who or what she was intending to help was going to remain an unanswered question and she took the needed steps to cross to his location. Crouching down she located his tools and reached out to make sure they were in reach when she finally knelt. That her knees ended up on either side of Micah's thighs was risky but she figured she'd be able to best help from this position. <br/><br/>"Damn, it looks hella wet down there. Do you need me to hold anything for you?" She asked, her hands braced on his thighs just below the hem of his boxers. </span>