<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/89/23/668923dc5543052f27c8b646004555ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marco Gutierrez<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>December 1st | ~7 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><--- That is about right.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie | Closed<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Over-acting.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Wait, why the fuck are you preventing yourself from treating me like a piece of meat?  Do you think I work my ass off five times a week at the gym and keep my hair looking this fucking fine because I want people to respect me as a human being?  No!  I want to be objectified!  I want to walk down the street and get cat-calls from all sides.  I want to constantly feel the eyes of strangers on my body, undressing me with their minds.  I want to know that I am the subject of feverish hours of self-gratification fantasies.  Oh and I want my fantasy self to be put in the most compromising, undignified, filthy positions and situations imaginable...like, so utterly debased that I can feel that shit in my actual<em>soul</em>."  His grin slowly grew as he talked and he ended with a laugh, eyes glittering in amusement and no small amount of pleasure over the fact that she was his roommate.<br/><br/>He cocked his head at the description of her sleeping attire and he groaned, closing his eyes and flopping back on his bed with one hand rising to press to his chest over his heart.  "Dios Mio.  Fourteen beautiful nights of Charlie's perky breasts bouncing all over the room and that tight little ass in some cute boy shorts?  I may not survive, but I'm willing to take that risk.  If it turns out that my mind and body simply can not handle such wonder, then at least I will die a man blessed and happy.  Fuck that, is there a word better than happy?  Ex-fucking-static."  He shoved himself back up and huffed, eyes widening in feigned shock, his acting chops earned watching telenovelas at his tia's house after school.<br/><br/>"You dare question my goodness?"  He stood up and stalked across the room toward her, pointing over his head.  "Can't you see the halo?  I've been so damn charitable this year that they are considering yours truly for the Nobel Peace Prize!  I'm practically the next Mother Teresa!  I gave so much money in the name of keeping the young and hot of the world well-hydrated and inebriated.  On more than one occasion I offered up my own home to house the homeless...or, well, they weren't so much homeless as they were tired and incapable of walking.  But, there you go!  I helped the disabled, and it shouldn't matter that I as the one that made their legs stop working for a while.  It's the principal of the thing."  He paused and grinned at her, folding his arms across his chest and glancing down then back up when she did.  "You can have whatever you want, mamsita.  Name it and it's yours."