<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mychicagotherapist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/chris-evans-black-white-shirt.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Michael ‘Mick’ McIntyre (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406445#msg14406445)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:00-ish, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working/Light socializing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light but flirting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chels, CJ (mentioning), Open<hr/><br/>“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the best?”<br/><br/>Mick just had to shake his head and laugh a bit at the query. Sophia was cute, but she was almost certainly in the sauce enough at this point to be swinging from one strong emotion to another. And, based on the shade of crimson that had taken over her face when Dom ‘encouraged’ Rodrigo to make himself scarce, she’d already taken one pretty good swing in the direction of fear and embarrassment.<br/><br/>All the more reason to get her out of there, he figured. Mick lightly pressed down on the button to toggle his earpiece and called out, “CJ, Dom, whoever- heads up, I’m going to make sure Sophia gets back to her place safely and gets squared away. The last thing we need is any more of an incident that we’ve already had here tonight.” Hearing a ‘okay, cool’ or something of that nature come back over the earpiece, Mick held up his hand to the bartender, then pointed to the gate to indicate that he’d be stepping away, and she waved her hand, indicating that he was in the clear, tab-wise. Mick wasn’t getting rich working at Serenity, but it had been a while since he’d picked up a bar tab.<br/><br/>He reached the gate about 30 seconds ahead of Sophia, just enough time to look down at his phone and scan his social media and find nothing of interest. Judging by the ashen shade of Sophia’s face as she approached, and the way she clutched her phone against her chest with one hand, Mick gathered that she hadn’t been so lucky with whatever had come across her screen in the moments since they’d parted.<br/><br/>Inside the gate, where the party was still rolling behind them? Not the place to ask.<br/><br/>Instead, Mick nodded at her silently, reached for the gate, and ushered her through before passing behind her and throwing the latch to secure it again. The pair walked in silence for several moments, keeping a brisk pace as they made their way along the concrete paths back to the staff villas. He held his question until they passed a pair of women from the administrative staff and ensured that they were out of earshot.<br/><br/>“Okay, level with me, you look like you’d seen a ghost coming out of there. Everything alright?” Mick had a hunch he knew what was up, but wasn’t about to pry or guess at it.<br/>