<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/kMDRQ6/muscular-metalhead.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>1 July, 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard | Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shucking the clothes and going swimming in plaid boxers<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cleo | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon laughed right along with Cleo as she gave him a rating, with his little flourish of the hair being the bonus. He wasn't even sure it would work, if he were being honest. He sidled himself right to the edge of the pool, grabbing his own beer as she began to speak of her own childhood in a home far different from his own. Simple American suburbia that led to the humongous metropolis of New York City, Devon had never even<em>seen</em>a waterfall in person, let alone jumped from one. His mind filed that away for later contemplation, over how living in an Urban Center could cause you to feel as if you lived a rich, multi-cultural life while still managing to effectively roam a closed-in environment.<br/><br/>He drank from the bottle as he watched Cleo lift from the pool, eyes following the rivulets trailing down her tanned flesh, eyebrow raising appreciatively to her bikini adjustments. She most certainly was an attractive woman, that was for sure. He wrapped one arm around the pool's edge, leaning back into it while he held onto his bottle with the other, watching as she dove into the water with what appeared to his untrained eyes as perfect form. In fact, there may have been more splash from her surfacing than there was from her dive. He nodded appreciatively as she approached, requesting her own rating.<br/><br/>"I'd say it was all perfect 10's," he smiled, sliding over so she could reach for her own drink, and then helping her to lean and cradle against him in the water. "Well, except the Romanian judge. Gives nothing but sixes." He shook his head in mock disappointment. He then turned to her, allowing his arm wrapped around the pool's edge to gently rest against her shoulder blades. "Diving off of waterfalls, huh? I never got to see anything like that growing up. We only had a community pool." He then clinked his bottle to her glass. "How about this. You tell me a story from your childhood in Manila, and I'll share one about growing up in the most boring-ass corner of Albany's suburbs?" He turned and noted some were already heading upstairs to bed, a bit surprised at how eager they were to join each other in the sheets. Yet he couldn't help but smirk that Gilligan and Mary-Ann had been one such couple. "We go back and forth sharing stories until we feel ready to call it a night. Whaddya say?"