<div class="floatleft">(https://daman.co.id/daman.co.id/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Spread_Daniel-Sharman_FPS_5-790x1024.jpg?x43054)</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 Cups Stands - Moderately OK Seats<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Welsh Dragons Quidditcch Jersey, Jeans, Trainers and Welsh Facepaint (https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/flag-wales-painted-face-young-man-36533584.jpg), holding a huge tub of popcorn and Welsh Team Flag<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching the game, making terrible small talk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corinne Bailey (Mellific)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Glancing over out of the corner of his eyes, Devon found it hard not to wince each time that she bit into her hot dog with clear vengeance,  Not normally one to associate food with sexual organs, there was nevertheless something about the way she was angrily eatting that forced the thought into his mind.  Thankfully she had said whatever was clearly bothering was nothing she couldn’t handle, and thus didn’t want to talk about, se he was glad to leave it alone.<br/><br/>In the same aspect, the thoughts going through Devon’s mind were very likely quite different from the ones going through Corinne’s.  For one, no part of him correlated watching Quidditch with sex..  For one, he had vast more experience with one than the other, and he just never really made that connection, just like he didn’t with food.<br/><br/>After ordering his butterbeer, it went really well with popcorn. Devon wondered if the small talk portion was over, but as Corrine folded her legs and faced him a little more, it seemed not.  At her response about not really cheering, Devon hid an inner sigh. Of course these were the people with the best seats.  The ones who didn’t care.  Without thinking, Devon was just about to ask about her comment on ‘if’ she was watching with someone, which of course begged the question as to why she had a free seat, but he was interrupted by the rapid return of the waiter.<br/><br/>Taking his drink, he was taken aback to find Corinne’s shapely hand digging down towards his lap to grab a handful of popcorn.  Not knowing what to say to that, he instead took a pull from the butterbeer bottle, which unfortunately left him with a mouthful of liquid when Corrine’s next question hit.<br/><br/>Coughing in instant shock, Devon sprayed butterbeer in a pretty impressive arc, more than a little heading right towards Corinne.  “Wait, what?  That is a thing that happens, is it?”  He said, through chokes and gasps, until he finally focused on what he had just done to the girl sitting next to him.  “Oh god, I am so sorry!”  He exclaimed, adding ‘making a scene’ to ‘giving her a soaking’.  “Here let me…” He began, looking around and trying to grab up some napkins.<br/><br/>Grabbing a nearby pile, Devon was sure where to begin, but since shoving napkins in her face probably wouldn't help he went in for blotting at pants and shirt rather ineffectively, even though there was a lot more chest than shirt to work with.<br/>