<div class="floatleft">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/54650d5ce4b021fcee305dbd/1597113000715-X0421U6I1PRDT7WKHEKF/200714_Man_About_Town_Daniel_Sharman_Angelo_Sgambati19105.jpg?format=1500w)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079521#msg16079521)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>8/18/22 - 9:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quidditch World Cup - VIP Bathroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>PICTURED  (https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/54650d5ce4b021fcee305dbd/1597113000715-X0421U6I1PRDT7WKHEKF/200714_Man_About_Town_Daniel_Sharman_Angelo_Sgambati19105.jpg?format=1500w)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Giving up his shirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corinne Bailey (Mellific)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Devon felt he probably should have argued against the way Corinne instantly and rudely assumed that padding her body dry was all the action he had seen since school, and he even opened his mouth to do so, when he realized that she was indeed right, and something about her told him that she would see right through any lies he thought to come up with.  Instead, Devon simply closed his mouth with a snap and a scowl, hoping to get back to watching the game, especially now with Wales taking the lead.<br/><br/>Of course, Corinne was not about to let things go that easily for him it seemed, and mentioned that she remembered him from Herbology, which in his mind only made her previous comments asking if he went to Hogwarts even more mean.  He could not imagine what had gotten her so huffy earlier since she was still in VIP seats at a World Cup match, but he was glad she hadn’t wanted to discuss it.  What she needed was to find a way to let it go.  Not that he was going to tell her that.<br/><br/>At her next demand though, Devon blinked in surprise, looking at her like she was crazy.  His shirt?  His Wales jersey?  Why?  She had cleaned herself up after all, but maybe she wanted it because she was still cold from the….spraying.  Or maybe she wanted to pretend she cared about the game.  Either way, it did seem a small request considering she had given him the seat, so he stood and followed along to the bathroom.  At least she didn’t expect him to whip it off here.<br/><br/>Following Corinne in, Devon removed his jacket and hung it on the provided hook as Corinne closed the door.  Good thing he had worn a tank top underneath!  Pulling the kind of tight jersey up and over his head left Devon in only his dark tank and completely messed up his hair, not to mention put a smudge in his Wales facepaint.<br/><br/>Holding his shirt out to Corinne, he raised an eyebrow.  “Here you go.  Satisfied?”