<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.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 5th | 2 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Charlie had thus far been unable to sleep. She'd had a full day of crazy shenanigans, a good meal, more shenanigans, and then a damn near scalding hot shower full of steam to relax her but even if her eyelids were heavy and she was currently curled up in bed, snuggled down into her blankets and pillows like a burrowing cat, sleep itself had eluded her for the past couple hours. It was difficult to say why her body refused to settle down fully into slumber but regardless of the actual reason, Charlie was left to hover on the edge of drowsiness while her music played softly into her ears. At least until a knock came at the door.<br/><br/>It was just after two in the morning, that was what the clock on her nightstand was telling her anyhow. Feeling comfy as she was, Charlie at first had settled toward the option of ignoring the obviously mistaken knock but when it came again more insistently she caved. Stretching her body broke her free of the small burrow she'd created for her mostly nude form and brought with it a waft of warm vanilla and brown sugar due to the body butter she'd used after her shower. Finger tunneled into her dark hair to shake it free of whatever crazy look it might have settled into, leaving her looking both rumpled and sleepy as she finally set foot upon the floor and rose from her bed. <br/><br/>It was only at the last minute, her fingers already upon the knob to her door and beginning to turn, that she realized she was not quite dressed for potentially greeting strangers. Charlie was comfortable with her body but she recognized that not everyone else would be. Releasing the knob she backtracked to scoop up the first top she set eyes on and pulled it over her head. Returning to the door she was still sliding the last arm into the shirt when she pulled it open to find a sexy plumber at her door...<br/><br/>Curiosity and confusion warred for supremacy as she listened to the male at her door. Something about a leak he wanted to fix. Charlie wasn't sure there actually was a leak anywhere in her room but with only the arch of a brow she finished tugging the seriously oversized shirt down and stepped back, pushing the door open just wide enough for him to squeeze by her.<br/><br/>"Sorry you can't sleep either. I guess if it will help one of us, feel free to check it out." She shrugged and tilted her head, her fingers slipping into the dark mass of her hair again as she found her lips curving into a welcoming smile without much cue from her. His attire suggested that he wasn't actual staff from the island. She knew they were paid to assist in whatever way possible but somehow showing up at her door half dressed with tools on a night where sleep was doing little more than toying with her seemed unlikely. It was more likely that he was a fellow Fhloston employee or the guest of one. Idly she wondered then, if he was inclined to be of service and all, if she might be able to entice him into cuddling with her instead of worrying about some non-existent leak. </span>