<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.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 2nd,  Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Charlie wasn't really sure what she had expected but what she found was certainly not it. Perhaps she would have been less surprised to find some other person rushing over to claim something or other, or a crowd of people suggesting that this was in fact some sort of game, or even nothing at all. It certainly wouldn't have seemed out of the ordinary. What she had not expected though was to open the door to a closet to get a look into the dark space only to have the door close behind her. In fact, she may have jumped slightly though she didn't so much make a sound as she did turn toward the door to immediately try and open it. She figured someone just had passed by and nudged it closed or else the napkin had been meant as some sort of joke. It turned out that neither explanation was the case.<br/><br/>Charlie turned, mildly alarmed only to find a body there and finger against her lips. Her breath shuddered out and her heart thumped hard in her chest as she went still. The odd pop reference uttered almost went over her head as she stood trying to figure out if she was going to have to totally junk punch this dude but she got it at the last second and something about it kept her still. The closet had only enough light not to be considered pitch black but aside from the general size and shape of the man in the closet with her she hadn't a clue who he was. Not even his voice was familiar.<br/><br/>Who knows what Charlie's answer to the male might have been had he actually allowed her the opportunity to think about his offer. Phrased as it was she might have laughed or might have just opted to leave. However, she was not permitted the chance to think. Only feel. <br/><br/>His lips met the fullness of hers and her pulse kicked. Hard. One moment she was frozen and indecisive, the next she was moving--but only to better accommodate his intentions. Was is it absolutely nutty to be kissing some stranger in a closet? Hell yes, but somehow that fact only urged her lashes to drift downward while she rose to her tiptoes and allowed her lips to part. To taste him as he tasted her. Her body teetered as they were connected only by their lips but instinct had her reached out for him. To grab hold and possibly more. At present his identity was the last thing on her mind as she nipped his lower lip. "And good morning to you too, stranger."</span>