<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XYpwzsx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devlin Reeves<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Swell Landing, Campsite<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Those there - Max<br/><strong>Info:</strong>Is Devlin Speech<br/><hr/><br/>Devlin himself was rather quite amused as the wonderful feathered woman darted off to find glasses for the liquor he had brought with him. He had a few different kinds and with the right berries, Evelyn could make more. They'd have to go hunting for those later, for now survival was most important. That much was for certain. The eevee man leaned back and watched the people who were around him, and suddenly there was an Incineroar woman right up near him after he mentioned the booze. A bottle was swept up and he watched in confusion as the scenes unfolded around him. The woman pulled the cork and started to drink, and Devlin could only cock a brow while his ears twitched. "Devlin, my name is Devlin Reeves... and the silvery one nearby is my twin sister Evelyn." He said as he tried to focus on waiting for the glasses. Was there something wrong with that woman? She was very...<br/><br/>Oh oh great... Oh lovely the Icineroar woman was pouring the booze on the Miltank's cleavage. Devlin was a man of taste and that was just a bit out of his interest spectrum. He stopped watching so he could turn his gaze on those that were in the camp, reaching into his pocket to produce one of his precious packs of smokes - he pulled one free and lit it up, holding his own bottle as he leaned back and released a long breath of smoke. Completely ignoring the scene of the two women making out furiously, it was not something that interested him - at least not that way... It was a bit much for his tastes. Instead, he turned his attention to all of the people present currently wondering where he might find a bit of fun for the evening. He didn't like sleeping alone - and spending all those nights with Evelyn was getting a bit frustrating.<br/><br/>He was going to wait for Chardonnay to get back, and see if the feathery woman would mind sharing his bottle with him - and then he'd figure out what he was doing. He hardly noticed that his sister seemed to be rather withdrawn for the time being, in fact he barely noticed that she wasn't speaking. The toasts were given, at least partially - and he found himself chuckling. "Indeed! To a bright future, and hopefully... a nice bit of adventure." He mused as he took a sip from his personal bottle and waited. He noticed the sylveon male and clicked his tongue for a moment. "Oi, you... what's your name? I'm Devlin Reeves... You look like a Sylveon, if I'm not wrong? " He said to the pink male, wanting to attract the males attention to see if he might get some information from another of his kind.