<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Allred<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Guest Services<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Residents of Room 8 (Thomas)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>No Warning<hr/><br/>He hadn't realized he had drifted off to sleep until he was startled back into consciousness by the click of the latch on the door.  Devon gave a soft groan, pushing up slightly with one of his elbows to lift his upper body from the mattress.  He blinked his deep chocolate eyes, trying to push the remnants of sleep away from them.  His roommate must have arrived which prompted him to pull a pillow from beside himself and hold it over his crotch.  The effects of sleep hadn't completely worn off which meant he was sporting a pretty definite "morning wood" at the moment, and he didn't want to give the wrong impression to whoever he was sharing the room with for the next two weeks.<br/><br/>Devon slowly sat up more in the bed, his eyes focusing better on the figure standing inside the room.  He blinked, and then blinked again, and when he made out the features of the man standing a few feet away from the bed, his eyes widened and his jaw fell just a bit.  "Oh, shit," he said before he could catch himself.  "Uhh...I mean, uh...h-hi Nathan," he said.  A thousand thoughts were going through his head, but all of them went right back to their starting point, where they'd met.<br/><br/>He'd used a fake name that night.  He wasn't sure if if was completely within the rules to sleep around with coworkers and Devon, for whatever reason, decided he wanted to be more anonymous for the night especially since he was doing something he'd never done before.  He called himself Connor.  He and Nathan had met at the bar in a luxury hotel a year or so back.  He'd been between ships and decided to stop in for a drink or two to celebrate some time off.  Next thing he knew, Nathan was sitting beside him, and they were chatting about work and life over drinks.  Their laughs and energy seemed to grow as the alcohol and night grew in intensity, and with a few subtle touches and an invitation upstairs, he found himself in Nathan's room pressed against the wall with the older man attacking his neck with those surprisingly talented lips.<br/><br/>There was a long pause between them.  Devon's heart had begun to race a bit, and he felt himself finding it difficult to breathe.  He thought he'd never see Nathan again, but here he was, standing in the flesh.  The dim light illuminated enough to make his appearance noticeable, but Devon was trying to figure out if he was still sleeping or if this man simply looked very much alike to his previous one-night-stand.  "H-how have you been?"  He said, immediately thinking that the question sounded stupid.