<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.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 1st, Early afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Thomas, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">After watching the balls disburse and roll all willy-nilly about the table, Charlie had waited until they'd all come to a stop to reach for one of them. Billiards wasn't really her thing mind you. She knew which end of the cue stick to use and how to hold it so it didn't fly up at the end of a stroke but actually playing the game had always been more of a pastime than a hobby. Something you did when you had pizza and beer and a few buddies. This though, well she was sort of distracting herself by simply messing with the balls. Just relaxing you know. Kinda getting settled in... in a way. At least that was the general idea until it became apparent that she was no longer alone.<br/><br/>The movement of a figure in her peripheral vision slowed her a step as the initial recognition that she was no longer alone took hold. Her fingers settled about a striped ball, her manicured nails scraping the felt lightly as she did, and she glanced up, taking a brief but rather direct gander at who had arrived before she lowered her green gaze back to the table and attempted to line up some sort of route into the pocket.<br/><br/>"Oh?! Is that right?" The man had offered his joke and Charlie had opted to counter with a cheeky little challenge to his preconceived notions as to how the game was supposed to be played. Knowing full well she was being a brat, her smirk hitched a little higher but rather than move the ball she instead released it to settle back down on her feet rather than remaining on her toes. "I guess that means you're a stickler for the rules then?" Something which could be fun in the right context.<br/><br/>She watched him with amusement glittering as openly as the frank appreciation in her gaze as he came around the table. Where had he been when she'd been bored on the damn yacht? She had to figure playing 'Charlie says' would have been at least a little more satisfying. Dude was looking quite fit. Though really she had to say the various people she'd passed either on the trip over or once they'd arrived were all pretty damn good looking. Fhloston knew what they were doing in hiring these people. Though she'd never seen this particular face before. She had to wonder if he worked on another ship or if he was corporate.  Her money was on corporate.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you Thomas." She took his offered hand in a light grip that suggested somewhere along the line she'd been taught how to give a proper handshake, even though this wasn't quite it. Her touch was too light and lingered far too long to be considered 'proper' anything. "Charlotte. Though most call me Charlie." Her bottom lip folded under briefly before she took her hand back and turned her gaze back to the table. <br/><br/>"Anyway, what's wrong with making up my own way to play? At least that way I'm more likely to win, right?" She started to lean back over the table but her eyes cut back at him as she awaited his reply. </span>