<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>20:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>CJ, Chelsea, Sophia<br/><hr/><br/>“You know me, the douche-radar is always on,” Mick quipped back to CJ over the earpiece. He liked CJ-he’d been at Serenity a year longer than her, and he appreciated that she took the job seriously enough to be on point when she was on duty. And, both being on supervisory staff meant that they knew each other well enough to be friendly, though he couldn’t say that he felt they were close. Pointing out trouble spots like that were just Mick’s way of saying ‘Hey, I know you want these events to go well, too.’<br/><br/>Grabbing at his refilled bottle, he regarded Chelsea’s puppy-dog look with a thin smile. Mick knew the look-the young bartender wasn’t shy about deploying it when she wanted a favor from him, often pulling it out when the barbacks were too high and too slow to fetch things for her at the pace she seemed to prefer. He let out the kind of sigh that was clearly more for effect than any real sign-off feeling put upon and ducked under the swinging counter top on one side, breezed past Chelsea, and popped up on the other side next to CJ and Sophia.<br/><br/>“Hey, next time you want to do this, maybe make sure Raj has retired to his private space? Or at least wait ‘til the band plays<em>Cheeseburger in Paradise</em>? You know he doesn’t pay attention to shit during that 4 minutes.” Raj was a man of….<em>unique</em>tastes in Mick’s opinion. There was a joke layered in, but the warning was real. Raj was unlikely to fire anyone for having a good time-keeping a staff in paradise would be a real bitch under an iron fist, but seeing key staff members hitting the sauce before the sun had completely dropped from view would be sure to draw a look if he caught it.<br/><br/>Still, Mick wasn’t going to be the stick in the mud. Especially not if CJ was partaking. And he didn’t want either Sophia or Chelsea to see him as a that way, either. It was sure to be a long and busy summer, and starting off the season as the staff scold didn’t seem like a good way to get closer to either of the younger women, so that approach was definitely out.<br/><br/>“Alright,” Mick said, setting his bottle down as he picked up a shot and plucked a lime, “let’s do this-to the start of an amazing summer season.”<br/>