<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/>Mick eschewed the salt portion of the tequila ritual. He felt silly licking his wrist, and it didn’t do much for him anyway. Not having much of a taste for tequila, he agreed with Chelsea’s part of the toast to making it the best season, though he wasn’t sure if he shared the same view of what ‘best’ meant in this case. The tequila burned a cruel path down his throat, the bit of juice he was able to suck from the lime improving the situation only marginally.<br/><br/>The ritual complete, he deposited his glass upside down next to CJ’s, and gave a bit of a smirk to Chelsea. “Don’t worry about me-I’ll have plenty of fun, just not all on the first night. Some of us have responsibilities again in the morning, you know.” Mick turned half-way back toward the rest of the room, and watched as guests casually made their way into the bar area. Some paused to look out over the water as the moon began to rise over it, some beelined right for the bar, while others paused to eyeball the most attractive members of the staff, of which CJ, Sophia and Chelsea most certainly counted.<br/><br/>As one of the more seasoned members of the staff, he laughed a little at CJ’s query. “Are we ever really ready for the season?” He was giving the security chief a bit of a hard time, but, he knew full well that, CJ, like he, had lived through a busy season before, and knew that the energy that it took to keep a vast array of guests pleased over the next few months was immense. This was to be Mick’s third busy season, and he’d learned over the first two the importance of saving energy. Pausing for a moment to watch Sophia go back to swaying her hips with the music, he turned back to CJ, “We’ll be fine. The real question, I think, is, ‘are the kids ready for their first real rush of tourists?”<br/><br/>He reached back to the bar, grabbing his water and taking a quick pull. He thought about making a quick run back to the lounge area to make sure that the game tables were in order, but decided against it, figuring that they’d keep while he enjoyed the company and the sights.  It was his third summer leading the recreation and events at Serenity, and he'd gotten into a good rhythm in taking the work. The younger folks on the staff often chided him that he could stand to loosen up at least a little bit, and he was starting to wonder if they had a point.<br/>