<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mychicagotherapist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/chris-evans-black-white-shirt.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Mick McIntyre (http://URL of Character Sheet)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Inside Sophia’s apartment<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Warming up<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Getting there...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia<br/><hr/><br/>Mick absolutely felt the girl shiver under his touch, a slight as it was. It registered with him, but only to the point of being a bit surprised by it. By the time he had a chance to give it a further thought, Sophia spoke and brought him back to the conversation. His hands left her shoulders as she stepped and turned, and his lips pursed as she let the dress fall to the floor.<br/><br/>It was true, the amount of skin Sophia was showing was no more than she showed at the pool, where in fact some of her two piece suits attracted not only eyeballs, but occasional scorn from wives impatient with the wandering eyes of their husbands. Guests could be touchy like that.<br/><br/>His gaze followed her from the wardrobe to the kitchen, where she was making quite a bit of a show of moving around in her underwear. Mick wasn’t foolish, he knew at this point that Sophia was making a bit of a show of it for him. He just wondered if she was doing it because she needed the positive attention after a rough night, or if she finally felt free enough to make the play she seemed to be making.<br/><br/>Either way, Mick was curious enough to find out exactly what the lithe, half-dressed blonde was driving at. He reached out, taking the offered bottle, and took a long pull from it, showing no qualms about sharing a drink directly with her. Mick reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and checking the time, cradling it in one hand while swinging the bottle lightly by the neck in his other.<br/>“I think as long as there are no other troublemakers, the remaining staff at the party can handle things. Seemed like a relatively light opening weekend, after all.” He shrugged and handed the bottle back to her. “Besides,” he smirked, taking his turn to look her over slowly, “I don’t think you’re in any hurry to kick me out. Or, do you lounge in your underwear in front of all your visitors?”<br/>