<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> May 1, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very basic white bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">This was about business. Her job as director kept her well supplied in desk work, it was true, but there were always things that required her personal attention. Usually she allowed the various supervisors under her to see to their departments, she had worked to establish that trust with her subordinates, but she always felt more comfortable if she could see things for herself every once in a while. Which was the reason she'd shed her blazer and skirt and had donned a simple white bikini. <br/><br/>Indira herself would have gone with a one piece herself but a trusted friend had sabotaged her in providing the two piece instead of the requested swimwear. She'd almost skipped out on the lesson. Thankfully, while it did show quite a bit more skin than usual, it wasn't absolutely ridiculous. It actually covered more than her underwear and because of that reason alone she'd allowed herself to be shooed off the ship and down to the beach to take a gander at none other than Andres Oliveira and his much whispered about lessons.<br/><br/>Smiling widely in attempt to appear ever the professional, Indira resisted the urge to tug at the top of her suit as she approached the small group. She was keenly aware of the swing of several pairs of eyes in her direction and the various looks that spawned from the realization that she intended to join them. Inwardly she could only chuckle. <br/><br/>"Hello everyone." She waved to the group. "I had a gap in my schedule today and, well, in three years on the ship I've never once gone snorkeling. I figured it was time to correct that. Especially since Andres here gets such great reviews." <br/><br/>She could see the cattiness practically welling up inside at least one of the women already but before she could even attempt to dispel it she found herself being tugged aside. "One moment folks."<br/><br/>She glanced at Andres and instantly realized she was probably a little too close to him but she wouldn't start awkwardly shifting now. Even if looking up at him from this angle reminded her quite sharply of some of the things she'd overheard from some of the younger staff members. Turning toward him slightly so that their conversation could remain largely between the two of them her brow lifted in question. "What sort of bad feeling? Do you think they shouldn't go out for some reason?" <br/><br/>It didn't occur to her that he could be speaking of potential drama. She'd never been the sort to go for that kind of stuff and it always confused her when others started such things for utterly foolish reasons. Then again, in the hospitality industry such things did often have a tendency to spill over from guests to the staff. Indira didn't intend to allow any such thing to happen while she was present. </span>