<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>20:45, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light- Hellos and Good-byes (for now)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>CJ, Chelsea (stepping away), Dominic (mention), Anna Leigh<br/><hr/><br/>Dominic’s chirp over the shared communication system gave Mick a bit of a chuckle. At least he wasn’t the only one giving CJ a hard time-hopefully she knew it was out of friendship and respect. Mick resisted the urge to chirp back at Dom to try and look a little less like he was sweep rowdy frat boys up and into the ocean, but he’d a hunch the gruff, burly guard heard that kind of stuff often enough, and while Mick was no shrinking violet, he didn’t have any interest in provoking that behemoth.<br/><br/>“Alright,” he said, turning back to CJ, “Chels has customers, and you and I should probably at least give off the appearance that we’re working. You know, glad-hand the guests and all that.” The turn brought Anna Leigh directly in his line of sight, causing the normally fast talking Mick to slow down just a bit. He absently grabbed at his water bottle and took a slow sip from it, letting his gaze linger on the impossibly well put-together brunette.<br/><br/>“And, I think I know just where I should start.” He turned, giving his best cheesy smile to Chels, “I’ll be back for more water soon enough, I’m sure. Excuse me, ladies, duty calls.”<br/><br/>Mick covered the space to the far end of the bar with a brisk walk, checking his royal blue staff polo- the one that differentiated him from the security and wait staff- for his slightly weathered name tag. Satisfied that it was as straight as it was going to get, he locked his hazel gaze to her blue eyes, fixed a less-dorky smile to his face (he hoped) and approached, noting the sheerness of her shirt as he got closer.<br/><br/>“Good evening,” he offered, “just wanted to welcome you to Serenity. I’m Mick,” he pointed to his name tag with hit unoccupied hand, “Director of Recreation and Events. Is this  your first time with us? How are you finding everything so far?” The questions were a bit rapid fire-there was a reason he didn’t work in Guest Services. Sometimes Mick got a little ahead of himself when he found one of the female guests to be attractive.<br/>