<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>20:30-20:45, 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, Nick<br/><hr/><br/>Sophia brought the shot glass to her lips, arched her head back and drained the tequila into her mouth, letting the alcohol slide down her throat and burn the entire way down to her stomach. It was an instant, prolonged warmth that settled there and encouraged a shiver to crawl up her spine. Without hesitation, she wedged the lime between her lips to suck the juice from it's flesh, all the while watching Chels shiver and squirm. She gave an amused, muffled laugh into her lime, though when the citrus was dry, she extracted the peel and lodged it into the now empty glass sitting atop the bar, and slid her hands back through her hair with a smile, as if refreshed. Sophia loved tequila. She knew it wasn't everyone's poison of choice, but everything else gave her a terrible hangover. Plus, she'd read somewhere once that it could help keep her looking svelte.<br/><br/>Upon Chels's comment, Sophia snorted a soft laugh in agreement, a cheeky grin on her lips.<br/><br/>"If anything, I need someone to tell me when to stop having fun." She glanced to Mick then and gave him a side-long smirk when he assured the group he would have some fun this season.<br/><br/>"I'll make sure of that," she replied, though soon moved round the bar to fetch her tray once more. The guests were flowing in by the handfuls and she knew there would be no shortage of messes to pick up. "Well, fun's over for now," she began and wagged her fingers in flirty farewell at the bunch before she sashayed off to the tempo of the song that was blaring through the bar. Plenty more people were on the dance floor now, and if she could have gotten the night off, that's where she would have been the entire night.<br/><br/>The blonde made quite a few trips back and forth with full trays of empty glasses. She'd even been called to sweep up a broken glass and mop up the drink that was now a slippery mess upon the floor. No doubt she'd have to come back in the morning and clean up the sticky residue it would leave behind, she knew, but she would worry about that then. On her third trip back, a number of empty, and some half-empty glasses piled up on her tray, she paused and leaned against the bar to adjust her black, strappy, high heels which were beginning to ache. Sophia wasn't the type to abandon a cute pair of shoes, no matter how much they hurt. She noticed then a young man with blonde curly hair sitting alone, drink in hand, and looking somewhat out of his element. Tilting her head aside to get a better look at his face, she smiled softly.<br/><br/>"You here all by yourself, handsome?" her tone was light as she straightened up once more and slid her tray across the bar to one of the bartenders who swiftly began unloading it. She always took it upon herself to try and make sure some of the more reserved or shy guests had their chance at a good time. Most of the time, they just needed to get our of their own way, but Sophia was always prepared to provide encouragement.<br/><br/>"I'm Sophia," she began, gesturing to the gold-plated name tag that was pinned to the top of her dress. "I take it this is your first visit to Serenity?" Any of the staff usually could tell when someone was a first-timer. After all, the resort had a way of... changing people.