<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>21:50-ish, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working/Light socializing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>A Slight Commotion<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia, Dom and Nick/Anna(mentioning), Open<hr/><br/>Mick lingered at the bar, taking Chels well-worn advice to pace himself to heart. While making a bit of small talk with a few guests about the weather and the band, he nursed his way through his vodka-tonic. He was determined to mind his intake and be on good behaviour-he was a senior staff member, he kept reminding himself.<br/><br/>Other folks did not have such restrictions, or enough of a conscience, perhaps. At least, that’s what Mick always assumed when commotions started to pop up around one of these evening get-togethers.<br/>First, there was a commotion at the far end of the bar where he’d left the pretty redhead and her new acquaintance, as the former managed to wear a pretty fair amount of beer, courtesy of one of the popped collars Mick recognized from the beginning of the night. He was just about to make his way over there to make sure the mess was cleaned up and dealt with when he caught Dom moving swiftly toward a darkened space off to the edge of the outdoor patio, and doing so with a relatively quick pace. Mick recognized the purpose in his steps-he needed to break something up.<br/><br/>He followed the large man’s path with his eyes, his massive shoulders cutting a path through the crowd. At first, Mick hesitated. It was unlikely that Dom needed any help-he hadn’t even buzzed over the radio for CJ, who was facing the other direction and hadn’t reacted to the commotion. Then, he followed the path Dom was cutting, and saw a glimpse of Sophia, looking part frustrated and part scared as another man had his hands on her.<br/><br/>Dom may not have needed any help, but Mick’s instinct to not leave a friend in trouble kicked in. He set his glass down, cursed a little under his breath, and made his way over to the same space while he tried to make eye contact with Sophia.<br/>