<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>20:45, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light but flirting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anna Leigh, Sophia, Nick, Chels (maybe?)<br/><hr/><br/>A smile curled the corners of Mick’s mouth at Anna’s statement of the need to get away from the real world. He knew all about that impulse. Hell, he was in year 3 of his escape from the real world, and didn’t see returning to it anywhere on his horizon. She’d not said her name yet, but Mick could feel the girl’s eyes working over at least his face. Sensing a pair of hungry eyes was a skill one acquired after enough parties at Serenity.<br/><br/>Mick didn’t even get a quick “Trust me, I get that,” out of his mouth before a young man approached from Anna’s other side and started to strike up a conversation. The smile downshifted to a bit of a bemused smirk. Like his sixth sense about being eyeballed, Mick had been around Serenity long enough to keep from showing even mild irritation. Firstly, these were guests, and he was, however loosely, on duty as a supervisory member of the staff. Second, no flirtation was every truly over, at least not while guests were still on the island.<br/><br/>That the brunette, whose name Mick still hadn’t caught, made a point of dragging her tongue over plump, deep red lips merely punctuated the point. Her turning back to the younger man did nothing to dissuade him from that thinking.<br/><br/>He flagged a hand in Chels direction, motioning to the pair, giving the sign that he’d cover the next drink for each. Employees had very loosely tracked tabs at Serenity, with the only rules being 1) don’t abuse it and 2) don’t over-serve anyone. Taking the chance to briefly interrupt, he leaned in slightly, “Sorry to interrupt you-but when you are both ready for your next one, one of the bartenders will take care of you-it’s on the house.”<br/><br/>Mick fixed the smile of a staff host back to his face and was just about to excuse himself when he felt the sting of a sharp strike through his khaki shorts. Instinctively, he straightened and turned at the waist and discovered Sophia leaning against the bar, self-satisfied smile and all.<br/><br/>A quick laugh and a shake of the head preceded Mick leaning to her and placing a hand gently between her shoulder blades. His fingers barely touched the bare flesh there. When they did, they found her flesh warm from the mix of alcohol and activity.<br/><br/>“You know, Sophia, stunts like that are a very good way to end up tossed in the pool after clean up,” he said teasingly. “Be a shame for your little black dress to get ruined like that.”<br/>