<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b9/12/b6/b912b65afa67d5dd3d90994c8172a94b.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Sophia Thomson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406317#msg14406317)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>20:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working... Kind of<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>C.J., Chelsea, Mick - Open<br/><hr/><br/>Sophia couldn't help it. She should have been collecting empty glasses and crumb-dusted appetizer plates, but the band was playing one of her favorite songs and she just wanted to dance. There were a few people who were step-touching or bobbing their heads idly with a drink in their hand on the dance floor, but then there was the blonde, her hands raised above her head and her hips swaying to the tempo in a figure-hugging, black, mini-dress, entirely by her lonesome and enjoying every moment of it.<br/><br/>Before long, a couple of younger men had joined her, quick to act as if they knew what they were doing. Sophia turned to face them with a warm smile on her lips like she would with any guest, continuing to twist and weave to the music. When one of the men stepped closer and attempted to grab her by the hips, however, she swiftly slipped out of his reach and shook her head to let him know he couldn't touch. He attempted again despite the warning, and succeeded in taking hold of her, but with a roll of her eyes, Sophia planted the heel of her black shoe onto his foot--accidentally, of course. He reeled back from her with a shout of pain which could barely be heard above the music, but feigning a look of concern, Sophia pressed her hands to her chest.<br/><br/>"So sorry," she offered, though a moment later strolled away, more annoyed that he had ruined the fun she was having than disgusted. With a sigh, the blonde took up the small black tray at the end of the buffet table where she's left it and began clearing the small high-top tables at the perimeter of the room. There wasn't much yet to collect, but a handful of minutes later Sophia made her way to the bar where some of the other staff had gathered. As she began loading the glasses into the small dishwasher behind the bar, her green eyes flicked upwards to watch Chelsea serve C.J. a non-alcoholic drink.<br/><br/>"One shot won't hurt ya, C.J.," she teased, casting the brunette a wink. "Lord knows you deserve it." Even in the shapeless, blue, polo shirt and khaki pants, C.J. was gorgeous. It seemed to be a common factor among the staff, but she supposed it was just part of the experience of staying at Serenity.<br/><br/>"I'll do one if you do one," she smirked, her eyes flashing at the security chief daringly. "Your choice of liquor, of course." She glanced down the bar to Chelsea who stood a few steps away. "Chels, are you in? We've got a long night ahead of us..."