<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Charlie2_zps8j43cjdc.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 5th | 2 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black boyshorts + Hastily pulled on tee<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Micah <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Slightly sleepy Charlie who has been unable to actually sleep</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Sleepy Charlie did not mean deaf, dumb, or even blind Charlie. Quite the contrary actually. In her current state she seemed oddly sensitive, almost hyperaware of both the man entering her room and the circumstances of their newly formed acquaintance. For a second it entered her mind to wonder if this might be her mystery lover, the one with a penchant for games and avoiding being spotted by her. She'd need to get quite a bit closer to him to decide once and for all but after only a few brief moments she was leaning toward no. She'd spent at least a little time up close and personal with her mystery man so it was enough to be sure that Mr. ToolBox here wasn't quite the right size. <br/><br/>Not that he was lacking, if her quick assessment was to be believed. His scent was also different from mystery dude, she realized as he slipped past her and she caught the scent of him, though it was no less enticing to her senses. Neither was the now clearly visible outline of his dick in his shorts. Charlie licked her lips and let the door close behind her with a soft click.<br/><br/>Sleepy green eyes filled with amusement and not a little mischief rolled upward to find her guest's face. Biting her bottom lip she nodded quite earnestly despite having no interest what so ever in the room's plumbing and whatever issues it might have. She'd have agreed to just about anything if it meant getting him and his not much help boxers into her room. It seemed months of pent up frustration could have some interesting effects once the valve was released.<br/><br/>"Sure, I can help you out, Mr...?" She let it trail off as a prompting for his name though she was already moving toward him. Stepping past her hand lifted high enough to snag the hem of his shirt and she twisted around to keep eye contact with him as she began leading him toward the bathroom. Not that he could have confused its location, but hey, this way she had an excuse to invade his space again. And if walking backward led her back to hit the door to the bathroom first before her other hand could manage to find and twist the knob, oh well. What was a little more contact between strangely helpful neighbors?<br/><br/>There was laughter in her features though as she let the door open and released him as well to step aside. "Here you are. So what is it you think you're hearing?"<br/><br/></span>