<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/6wfqtS5/devon-daniels-7.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>3 July, 2019 | Sometime after 8pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swapping out to a pair of stylized swim trunks (https://www.emp.co.uk/dw/image/v2/BBQV_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-master-emp/default/dw1a4bb405/images/3/4/1/3/341323za-emp.jpg?sw=350&sh=400&sm=fit&sfrm=png)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassandra<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon was feeling pretty alright, all things considered. He and Corey managed to skip off and get a little bit of extra to drink before being found by the producers and dragged back to the Villa. Not enough to get Devon properly drunk, but certainly enough for him to actually<em>feel</em>the buzz. Like a busy bee humming into his ear, that buzz told him that this hot Mallorca sun could shove it and that he was going to go swimming.<br/><br/>So upon returning, he parted from Corey, no doubt seeking out Grace while Devon jogged up to the bedroom. Sure enough, as he checked the drawers beneath his bed, someone had already cleared Cleo's belongings out. He gave a sigh, and pulled out a pair of swim trunks far less plain than the ones he'd worn the day prior. He swapped from his day clothes, shoving them into his laundry drawer and switching to the new trunks with their harsh design. Finding a member of the camera crew, he tossed his shades onto his bed and gave them a wink. "That closer to what you were expecting?" he asked with a smile.<br/><br/>There was certainly a buzz about the Villa, and it seemed still plenty of leftover pizza even in the kitchen. There seemed to be a bit of a buzz around the clear new addition, but he had just finished being a socialite. Now was the time to refuse the sun its oppressive heat and instead submerge himself in the wonderfully cool water. So he stepped in, letting the chill temperature slowly climb up his legs as he stepped down its gentle slope. When he had finally submerged himself up to his shoulders he lunged forward, beginning to simply swim to the far end. Once he had done that, he began to swim circles around the deep portion of the pool, his muscles feeling energized by the alcohol coursing through his system and being processed by his liver. He didn't even bother counting the laps before he finally took a break, hanging onto the pool's edge, chuckling as he felt a weak flow to the water pulling at him. When he and his friends were kids, they'd often try to create a whirlpool by all walking in a circle, which soon became a swim, which then became a current that just carried them and all the pool toys round and round. They never did make that whirlpool, but it was still a fun experience. While it hadn't taken that sort of shape, there was a very, very light current Devon had managed to create with his ceaseless laps.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, simply hanging there for a while, listening to nothing but the sound of his breath and soft clink of exercise equipment. It took a bit too long for him to realize that the sound of equipment being used meant someone was working out, and it seemed awfully strange for someone to be doing a work out so late in the evening. So he opened his eyes, seeing none other than Red working her body out. What a work out, too. He still wasn't sure what to make of the freckled redhead in terms of personality, but that was certainly a body, and she kept it looking good. Just as yesterday morning, he found her a delight to follow her motions and movements, the way her workout clothing clung tightly to her form.<br/><br/>Of course, the longer he stared the creepier he'd look. So he prepared to push himself off the pool's edge only to then recall the sight of her walking away that morning prior. Yes, a nicely shaped butt, but also her sudden statement. A desire to talk.<br/><br/>Did she want to explain that feint? He couldn't imagine anything else she'd want to bring up.<br/><br/>"Yo Red!" he called out, waving a hand. Once he had gotten her attention, he nodded his head. "When you're done your workout, come grab me, alright?" He then lifted his legs and kicked off from the pool's edge, attempting to swim backwards while floating. It didn't work out so hotly so he simply rotated and began his swim again, this time going the opposite direction. He didn't know how long he'd been swimming, but once he had spotted Red approaching, he swam to the pool's edge once more, grasping onto it. "So what'd you want to talk about?"