<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://repeatingislands.files.wordpress.com/2018/01/rob-jnqce5tc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Donavon Adrian Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16028400#msg16028400)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Walking in.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black High tip Nike's with his own number on them, Black socks, jeans, Red boxer briefs, belt, tank top, and baseball jersey<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: People at the party (Nick, Rosalie, Diane, Arthur, Jules)<br/><hr/><br/>Donavon was surprised by the offer from Diane, he had to admit.  The fact that he saw her interest in Jules as well as the initial glances at Rose, that wasn’t missed. But since she was willing he was hardly one to back down.  So his next move was to be a bit more forward, but since this was to be a party open to what might just happen here, he smirked and placed the shot glass between her breast as he looked into her eyes.<br/><br/>“Hopefully you relax and enjoy.”  He moved to set a dial on his watch.  It was him holding it for a few seconds, 33 to be exact as he took it off his wrist and put it on the counter for the actions to come.<br/><br/>He moved to kiss over her chest, letting his long thick tongue tenderly graze her skin.  His full lips following the path that moved over her mounds, the parts expose slowly kissing before his nose grazed the rim of the shot glass set between them and with a deep slow lick his mouth open and with one last lick of his thick tongue between her orbs, the shot glass was gone.  The contents down his throat as he shook off briefly whatever the hell the alcohol was that was in the glass.  Which burned him still, as he turned the glass upside down on the counter.<br/><br/>With a smile and a wink, he said just as the timer went off.  “Thank you, very much Diane for the drink.”  He waited to help her up if she were ready to get down.