<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7d/83/2a/7d832a518f37ebdbb6960df460815ed1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Broderick West<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Support Diver (Ship Maintenance and Repair)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd, Late Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Boxer Briefs<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lina | Closed <br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nada.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">For the most part Brodie took quite excellent care of his hair. However, getting out in the surf today and letting his hair dry whatever way had encouraged tangles so there he was, eyes closed, chilling on the edge of the bed, just doin his best to work the comb through his curls when the door opened to reveal a goddamn angel! An angel in booty shorts and two triangular swatches of fabric that were somehow supposed to make all the bared skin and curves left visible 'decent', but an angel none the less.<br/><br/>Brodie realized he was staring when he managed to catch a particularly vicious snag. "Ow. Shit." He winced at the sting but swiftly on its heels came a wide and utterly unapologetic grin as he watched Lina cross the floor to him. He didn't look away or look guilty or even pretend to stop trying to figure out how the hell that fabric over her chest was doing a damn thing. Hell, by now she should have known better than to expect any of that as well so Brodie kept up with the distraction until she slip up onto the bed to kneel behind him. <br/><br/>"I haven't been here that long. Just got out of the shower and needed to get rid of a few knots," he replied, handing over the comb without a hint of hesitation. <br/><br/>"The pros, eh? Is that what you are now?" He chuckled over the rhetorical question and reached back, his heavy hand finding her thigh. She was indeed a pro at so many things but he wouldn't have considered his hair one of them. He was hardly even thinking about it as his fingers began to knead her flesh gently. It was just an urge to touch that often reared its head when he was around her. Most times she seemed okay with indulging him but he had to wonder what she would opt for today. <br/><br/>"So did you have a good day? Meet some new people? Veg?" His questions weren't demands. He was genuinely interested in knowing. Some part of him had become rather invested in making sure this trip was a good experience for Lina though that didn't mean they needed to spend every waking moment with each other. The room mix up was actually enough of a twist that he felt confident he'd get to see her plenty. He'd likely get to see plenty of her too--and minus those poor swatches of fabric that had likely been working way too hard. Maybe he should help them out and give them a little break?</span>