<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>21:00-ish, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Staff apartments<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working/Light socializing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Maybe a little TOO flirty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chels, CJ (mentioning), Open<hr/><br/>Mick just shook his head, “You’d have just ended up hurting your hand if you punched him. Plus, that sort of display might have gotten you fired. So, better that you didn’t, you know?” He smiled, trying his best to reassure the girl. Of course, he understood the instinct. Any guy who’d rough up a woman and menace her the way Rodrigo did to Sophia deserved a pretty fair beating, as far as Mick was concerned.<br/><br/>He felt the brush of Sophia’s shoulder against him, making contact with his arm just above his elbow, and smiled. There had been little hints of of contact between them throughout the night, and Mick assumed she was swaying a bit and feeling a bit more touchy because of the buzz.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe she wasn’t. Maybe, as they walked the short path back to the cottages, Sophia was playing around the edges of their friendship, testing Mick to see if he’d stop her, or if he’d take the initiative to push it further.<br/><br/>“Well, I don’t think that’s entirely true, Sophia. You do have friends on this island. Chels is good people, and Dom looks out for you like a big brother. A big, big, sometimes overbearing brother, but a brother nevertheless.” He laughed a little at his own characterization.<br/><br/>They were arriving at the front door to her cottage now, the moon fully overhead. The music from the party was more of a soft rumble in the background, allowing them to drop their voices to a more normal conversational level.<br/><br/>“But, I hear you. It’s lonely out here sometimes. Even when this place is crawling with guests, and we’re at full staff, it feels,” he paused, looking up at the sky, “like is this really where I want to be?” Mick shook his head, chasing the thought away. “Christ, doesn’t sound like either of us should be without a friend right now, does it?”<br/>