<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, Jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Residents of Room 8 (Thomas)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>No Warning<hr/><br/>He lifted a dark eyebrow at the new information.  No one brought with the handsome man across from him.  Did that perchance mean that he was single and available for another memorable night?  Devon hoped so, but it wasn't exactly polite to start seducing your roommate only ten minutes after he's walked through the door.  He would let Thomas warm up to the idea first.  Perhaps he'd even come to that same conclusion himself.  He was already asking about Devon's attachments or what attachments he might have during the vacation.<br/><br/>The younger man shook his head in the negative.  "No," he smiled.  "I don't really have anyone to bring with me.  No girl or boyfriend," he said with a half-smile.  "I was hoping I might find something like we had that night during my stay here," he giggled a little at the coincidence.  "I did not expect to see you though," he blushed slightly as he admitted to his openness to casual sex with acquaintances or even complete strangers.<br/><br/>Devon slowly straightened though.  "I'm a rude roommate though.  I've been monopolizing your attention before you've even settled in.  I could perhaps order food or drinks while you unpack?" He offered.  "Also, if you haven't tried the shower," he said, winking and clicking his tongue, "it's much better than anything they provide us on a ship," he finished with a soft laugh.