<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>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working/Light socializing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light but flirting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chels, CJ (mentioning), Open<hr/><br/><strong><em>"There you go, Mick.  Pace yourself, kay?  I can't carry you back to your room if you get wild."</em></strong><br/><br/>The wink did indeed soften the admonition, though it wasn’t really necessary for Mick. In season, he generally minded his manners, especially when at events where guests were involved. As a director at the resort, he took pride in setting a good example for the other employees and showing guests that a good time could be had while maintaining control of oneself. The only times he really let loose were at the staff-only end of year party and during the holiday season, when only a rare few of Serenity’s core staff stayed behind to welcome small numbers of guests. CJ had traditionally been much the same, and it was a trait they shared as professionals.<br/><br/>Mick took the remark in stride, giving a bit of a wry smile back, shouting above the music as the band kicked into another song, “Then maybe we just need to get you a bit more time in the weight room, Chels? I’m sure Dom could show you a thing or two.” He couldn’t even tell if the lithe bartender heard him or not. She was already set about making his drink, and his hazel eyes fixed on the light flick of her tongue against her flesh. It was surely unintentional, but Mick couldn’t help but let his mind wander for a minute, much as had happened when Sophia was teasing him at the other end of the bar.<br/><br/>The fact that he’d be one of the folks on his side of the bar to get a good look at the curve of Chelsea’s backside when she worked the other side of the bar certainly contributed to this.<br/><br/>He laughed a little and thanked the young bartender for the drink, nodding toward her other customers, “You should get back to those guys-they look like they might tip well,” Mick said, offering his own soft admonition.<br/><br/>With the drink in hand, Mick turned back and leaned against the bar, facing back to the crowd. Guests were still filtering in, and the overall volume of sound in the space, despite being very open to the outdoors, was beginning the pick up. He gently pulled the thin straw from the glass, tapped it on the rim to return the few drops, and reached back to place it on a napkin.<br/><br/>With his eyes scanning the crowd and a bar full of beautiful people behind and around him, Mick felt like anything could happen.<br/>