<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marco Gutierrez<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 1:15<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Caroline Wafford<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Shameless flirting<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh, thank goodness.  I have a reputation to uphold, you know?  Latino men are always supposed to be smooth and suave."  He grinned at her and winked, then laid his head back against the donut float, utterly countering every word he'd just said.  He smiled languidly as she told him her name and lifted a hand to wave at her, before peeking over the rim of his sunglasses with a charming smile.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you, sweet Caroline.  I'm Marco.  But, I also answer to stud, lover and papi."  He laughed softly as he maneuvered his float through the water to end up beside her against the side of the pool, one hand extended to her as he cocked his head.  "You work on Mr. Richard's ships?  I'm a bartender, usually on the Luminosa running the 10 day cruise from Florida to Mexico.  Those are the best, because it's all sun and tropical air the whole way through, with only the occasional hurricane.  What about you?"