<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e072c58a77faa5114dea55df3f07228a/tumblr_o6ey9rz0JP1vnvl33o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marco Gutierrez<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 1:15<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pool Attire (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/VIKvJPKzQs9qt6orR1c60w/cid/212034713/id/XG9LNAuy5hGczS-2yHa90g/size/c600x469.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Caroline Wafford<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>A slow smile curled his lips at her words and he grabbed the edge of the pool, hoisting himself up out of the float and onto the ledge beside her in one fluid motion.  Settling in, he let his legs dangle in the water and slid his sunglasses up on top of his head.  "Oh, you have, hm?  What other things have you heard about Latino men, mamsita?  Consider me your personal fact-checker...I'll let you know if the things you've heard about us are true or not."  He leaned in, one hand splaying on the ground behind her as he cocked his head and lifted a brow, leaving a bare few inches between their bodies.<br/><br/>"Is it?  I hadn't noticed, to be honest.  Did you come here with someone, Caroline, or can I continue making the moves on you?"  His free hand rose to catch a strand of golden hair, brushing it back from her face and tucking it behind her ear with a light touch.  His thumb caressed the curve of her outer ear before he dropped his hand with a confident grin, the hand behind her shifting until it was resting lightly on the small of her back.  "You look very pretty when you are blushing, princesa."