<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7e/7f/d6/7e7fd6d688c52abf262fb3312915423e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lina Velasquez<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2nd | Late Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/238801285988614146/254820229350162432/unknown.png)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brodie | Closed<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None atm<hr/>Brodie had asked her on this trip and at first the answer had been obvious, no. It was nothing against him but she had work and other things to do, or so she told herself. Of course it soon became apparent that there was nothing really holding her back from going, they were all obstacles that she had put in her own path. In fact she had begun to grow tired of her job, or lack thereof depending on how you saw it, so much so that she began to look into jobs at Fhlotson. It certainly appeared to be a great company to work for. How many companies took their employees on trips to private islands? Not just that but it would be the first time in her life that she would have a "respectable job". Not that she cared what people thought but sometimes it was nice to appear at least somewhat normal. So she'd agreed to go on the cruise and here she was.<br/><br/>It was day two. She was having fun so far, despite the room mix up which she had found quite funny but since she was certain she would find herself in Brodie's bed on some nights, it wasn't something that proved to be a major issue. She had spent the entire day out of the room, exploring what the island had to offer. She was quite tired. She wasn't exactly sure if she was prepared to sleep right then and there but it wouldn't be far off, that much was certain. Maybe she had just enough energy to hang out with her friend (take that to mean what you will) and she contemplated that thought as she walked down the hallway to her room, key in hand.<br/><br/>When she entered the room she was met with a more than welcome sight, a shirtless Brodie combing out that lovely hair of his, "Hey there, stranger. When did you get back?"<br/><br/>She kicked off her shoes as she spoke, wordlessly climbing up on the bed. She knelt right behind him and without asking grabbed the comb, "Leave it to the pros."<br/><br/>She deftly ran the comb through his hair, making sure to keep a hold on it so that it didn't snag when it hit a tangle.