<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</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 | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! </span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> Drawing had always been something Charlie enjoyed. Sure, it wasn't something one usually bothered taking any kind of scheduled class for while on vacation but given how much she'd been wound up in such a short period... a good cool down activity seemed just right. A kind of lazy afternoon sort of thing. She was already envisioning a dip in the pool after this too so the day that stretched ahead of her--at least as far as her intentions went--was all about unwinding. Relaxing. Not fucking, licking, or sucking anything. Not finding herself teased by a mystery man. Just... chillin.<br/><br/>Except she walked up to the scheduled meeting point for this apparent class and cursed like a sailor in her mind as Ariana Grande's Side to Side started playing in her head. <br/><br/><em>"Oh good, good good. I need to head off for a minute dear, but pick a seat and you can go ahead and get started. I'm sure others will show up any minute, and I'll be right back! Have fun!"</em><br/><br/>Abandonment. That's what that was. Complete and utter abandonment. <br/><br/>For a second Charlie wanted to call to the woman and ask her not to leave. But of course that was ridiculous. She could be good. And all on her own too. She was totally in control of her own hormones! Mmhmm... <br/><br/>She stood there for a moment telling herself that over and over before she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her natural smile revealing itself as she did so. Yep, she had this. In the bag!<br/><br/>And then he asked that loaded ass question that had her groaning slightly. "If I said hard and fast right now would you think less of me?" She murmured under her breath before perking up and moving forward. <em>Down girl!</em><br/><br/>Mystery dude was totally to blame for this. Her hormones were rioting. Hot and bothered didn't even begin to cover how she felt but she let her backpack swing off her shoulder so she could take a seat and pull out her sketch book. There were supplies already present but Charlie preferred to use her own tools. The familiarity let her lose herself much more easily. Granted, she wasn't sure losing herself in the process was gonna happen when Mr Caramel Swirl up there had a six pack that looked more tasty than a candy bar. <br/><br/>"Lets go with whatever feels natural for you. You know, just... do you. My job is just to capture it, not tell you how to be." Because if she did she'd likely come off like some sex starved whore and neither of those things were true. She opened to a clean page and eyed him, wondering if he'd get it or if she'd end up having to direct him after all.</span>