<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 6pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Whelp, not anymore<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon could not help but laugh and shake his head at Corey's even more detailed break down of the women of the Villa. Clearly the heavy metal lover wasn't paying as much attention to his environment than he ought to have been. Or been seriously considering it as a competition. Really, this place was at its best when he was just hanging out with others. Chilling in the pool with Cleo, cooking some burgers up, pool games with Grace and Corey, even his casual conversation with Delaney and this little sit-down here. It was when things became a competition that it screwed with you emotionally.<br/><br/><em>Does that mean my best bet is to just ignore the competition?</em>he thought to himself,<em>Or does that just send me home?</em>Even if he went home, he wasn't sure it would be the worst move. He hadn't really made much of a splash in the show yet -- other than the reveal of some big dramatic secret, but that only mattered if he stuck around, right?<br/><br/>"I think it's better to just make my choice at the recoupling," he shrugged, responding to Corey's joke about spying on the different girls. "Leave the schemes and crap to all the other guys. I'll just pick someone I think seems cool once my turn comes up." He took a sip of the local whiskey, seeing Corey wasn't about to drink it and not wanting it to go to waste. Better to down the beverage he liked less so that he could have the flavor of the Maker's Mark upon his tongue. He listened to Corey's questions and smiled, nodding. Ah, some of the obvious ice-breaking conversation.<br/><br/>"I'm a bar tender in New York City," he said, resting the glass back down. "Name of the bar is called Thrashers, run by a dude named Marshall. Real old school metal type. Easy guy to work for, and a great crew of regulars." Devon rubbed his hands together before leaning back into the couch. "They're probably my best friends in the world. Jam with some of 'em once in a while. Namely Lezzy, who digs a lot of the synth-heavy metal since she's a keyboardist. Sometimes some good ol' thrash with Odin, another bar tender there. Oh!" His eyebrows rose, as if something had just occurred to him.<br/><br/>"So, yeah, I also play bass and rhythm guitar," he added. "Played with a bunch of bands in the city, but nothing's stuck yet. Everyone keeps breaking up." He shrugged it off and then leaned forward, grabbing the whiskey glass again. "Now's typically where I ask what you do, but I hate that twenty questions ice breaker stuff. So instead, let's ask something really weird, like..." He paused, finger tapping against the table, looking around. "What's the first sexual fantasy that pops into your brain when I say 'Mexico'? Mine is simple: Salma Hayek as she appears in From Dusk 'Til Dawn. No details necessary, sure you can figure it out."<br/><br/>He tipped his head back and finished off the inferior glass of amber alcohol, slumping back into the couch. "Go. Mexico. First sexy thing you fantasize about."