Charlotte is taking the time to walk around and get to know the new people that have joined the roster. Her high heels click on the concrete and she pauses just outside the office, leaning on the wall.

"So bored."

"Oh excuse me.. Have done something to piss you off?"

She looked at the man she saw speaking to Kimmy K the other night.

"I'm just bored and lonely hanging out here in the office alone."

She smiled at him.

"Are you offering to entertain me?"

She winks at him playfully.

"Well then, shall we?"

She reaches into the office and grabs her purse before walking out of the door and locking it.

"It's just this way."

She offers her hand and starts to walk towards the direction of the exit, looking at him.

"My name is Charlotte. Charlotte Dyson."

She smiled at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

She kept her arm through his.

Charlotte looked at him, smiling softly.

"I am the assistant to the Co-Overlords of Warfare."

She smiled at him as they continued to the door, where he opened it and they made their way out into the parking lot.

"So did you just sign here?"

Charlotte chuckled softly.

"I could be your guide if you would like."

She blushes softly, not sure of what to think of him yet.

"I know a lot about the arena's we work in."

"Anything strong. I don't like weak alcohol."

She blushes, looking over her shoulder catching him looking at her ass.

"Well then, lets go there."

Cgarlotte enjoyed the rumble of his car enjoying the company. It was polite to get to know the employees wasn't it?

"So tell me about yourself."

Charlotte listened to him speak, his voice was rather enjoyable. Something about the accent drove her wild. She looked over with a chuckle and began to speak.

"So you have children, you're obviously Irish, you like to drink and smoke. That's interesting. Sure I'd love one."

Charlotte smiled and waited for one.

Charlotte watched everything that she had just seen, in complete shock as the woman got into the backseat and Michael climbed back into the front seat. She grabbed her purse and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to the young woman sitting in the back seat.

"Here, hold this to your lip, it will help stop the bleeding."

Charlotte turns to look at Michael and his hands. He looked like he had just won a prize fight, his hand looked pretty banged up.

"Perhaps we should pull over and take care of your hand."

Charlotte was concerned for him and she barely knew him.

Charlotte looked at him, she was still concerned but stayed quiet letting him talk to the woman in the backseat.

Charlottle lagged back a little entering the pub slowly. She looked around letting him leading Alana inside before joining them herself.