<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b9/12/b6/b912b65afa67d5dd3d90994c8172a94b.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Sophia Thomson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406317#msg14406317)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Heading into her apartment<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Playing coy<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Getting heated<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mick<br/><hr/><br/>He wasn't saying 'no.' He wasn't pushing her away, nor had she entirely expected him to but Mick was always thinking about the consequences. That's why he was always the responsible and reliable type she'd come to know and appreciate. It didn't surprise her that he had hesitations. She knew, after all, what it looked like; a younger girl with baggage to boot, drunk and bound to make poor decisions, but Sophia often wasn't as drunk as she let on.<br/><br/>Go inside, he suggested, and Sophia lowered her gaze. She was not disappointed, however, as she pulled away from him just enough to turn and dig her keys out of her purse to unlock her door.<br/><br/>"You're right," she admitted, her tongue sliding over her full lips as she slid the key into the slot with surprising ease and turned it until the knob spun, whereby she pushed the door inwards, "then again, you always are." The blonde smiled cheekily as she cast him a look over her shoulder, just before she grabbed his hand and tugged him inside.<br/><br/>Moving to set down her purse on the table beside her bed, Sophia quickly bent to loosen the thin ankle strap of her shoes before she kicked the black heels aside, sighing almost immediately after as she placed her bare feet upon the tile floor. When she straightened, the height difference between them became all the more evident.<br/><br/>"Help yourself to the fridge," she started, gesturing to the small kitchenette, "Should be a couple beers in there if you want one." As if nothing had happened on her doorstep just a few moments before, she swept by him and stepped over to her dresser, extracting a satin pajama set from her drawers and tossing it down on the bed. Her back was to him now and she reached behind to grasp at the zipper of her dress, though struggled to grab a hold of it no matter which way she stretched and contorted.<br/><br/>"Help a girl out?" she inquired, tossing him a shy, almost inviting glance over her shoulder.