<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/>The grin tht spread across his lips was far less innocent than those that had come before it, and he stopped at the end of her bed to look up at her with his eyes glittering.  "Nothing says we can't do both.  First, the handcuff thing and then the cheeseburger, which sounds delicious."  His eyes dropped to her hips and his tongue flicked out over his lips briefly.  "And there is nothing at all wrong with a gorgeous woman who's got a thick ass.  I like something I can sink my fingers into."  His eyes rose back to hers and he chuckled low and soft in his throat.<br/><br/>Reaching out suddenly, he caught hold of her thighs and jerked her legs out from under her, tumbling her down onto the bed.  He moved fluidly to join her, straddling her hips and propping himself up with his hands on the mattress at either side of her head, careful not to lean on her hair.  He lowered his face until his lips were a breath from hers, eyes still open and twinkling in a mixture of amusement and growing hunger.  "Mmm...Were you just teasing about those handcuffs, or do you actually have some?  'Cause, I've got a pair in my bag, but it might be more fun to handcuff each wrist to the bed, instead of handcuffing them together.  Up to you, though."  He tilted his head with his causal comment and ever-so- lightly brushed his lips against her collarbone, his light stubble tickling her skin.