<div class="floatright">(https://www.picclickimg.com/d/l400/pict/324763469082_/Chris-Evans-Shirtless-Beefcake-Very-Sexy-Hot-Rare.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael ‘Mick’ McIntyre<br/><strong>Day:</strong>1 | Morning<br/><strong>Outfit: </strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Mood: </strong>Skeptical<br/><strong>Music inspired:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">It’s Been a Summer</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TI_eObcWcuU</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everly, Patrick/Luic (mentioning)<br/><br/>Mick stepped outside, having completed his ‘stand up’ as the producer called it. It was really his introductory monologue for the show’s first episode. A ‘meet the contestants’ kind of thing that would be later spliced with video they’d taken of him back home in Ohio riding his bike, playing the guitar, and working out at the gym. They’d even caught a bit of him doing the masonry work that paid his bills-doing their best to capture him as a fully rounded person. He didn’t mind that.<br/><br/>He did, however, mind the probing into his romantic past. Mick knew that was silly-he’d literally signed up for this show, and knew that a dive into his relationship past was going to be a part of it. That didn’t mean he couldn’t bristle at the concept. But that part was behind him now and he was free of 1-on-1 interactions with the camera for at least a little bit.<br/><br/>Now it was time for him to meet the rest of his...housemates? Castmates?<em>Christ, Mick, what have you gotten yourself into? </em>He knew from the producers that he was on the older side of the contestant list, which in and of itself was embarrassing. Mick wondered if he’d been seen like those clowns still doing Real World/Road Rules Challenges well into their 40s. That bothered him. He’d never done any kind of television before, so he knew he wasn’t in that category, but he didn’t like the idea that he would be seen by people as a joke.<br/><br/>Mick was ruminating on this as he stepped out onto the deck and gazed out to the beach. In addition to the bright morning sun, the pool and walk way to the beach had a few strategically placed stage lights-a not-so-subtle reminder that this was all being filmed for the benefit of an audience of wine-moms who loved watching these human disasters at their best (or worst). He took a deep breath and descended the stairs, aware that there was at least one camera on the far side of the deck likely taking in his reaction as he crossed towards the pool.<br/><br/>From his vantage point, there seemed to be some coupling already taking place between some of the earlier arrivals. Oddly, he didn’t find himself put off by that. He knew that this was going to be at least partially a social experiment, and he was going to have to learn that meant putting himself out there a bit more than he was normally comfortable with. As he scanned the area around the pool, he came to the realization that he was going to need to do that more quickly than he would have liked.<br/><br/>As best he could tell, only the redhead in the rust-colored swimsuit was unpartnered at this point. That, or he was an odd man out and just didn’t know it.<em>Nothing ventured, nothing gained</em>he caught himself saying. He padded across the pool deck on the side that Everly sat on just as she was finishing speaking. If there was going to be a time to interject and make his presence known, this was going to be as good as anytime. “Well, here’s hoping that as hot as everyone is, there’s room in the pool to cool off,” he quipped as he stepped within a couple feet of Everly sitting poolside. “How are y’all doing? I’m Michael, but you can, uh, call me Mick. Least, that’s what my friends call me.” Mick couldn’t help casting a winning smile down at Everly. She was very pretty from what he could tell around and under the large floppy hat. “Mine if I join y’all? It’s hotter than hell out here.”<br/><br/><br/>