<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 | Smoking Pit<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather jacket, sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), denim jeans, black boots, and a DTP Ziltoid t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0110/6296/8401/products/5c403ba1fc683c57845ae7c0-original_1024x1024@2x.jpg?v=1564756720)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cleo | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Since when was I the one being told to relax and have fun?</em>Devon couldn't help but smirk as Cleo gave her own response to him, unafraid to speak her mind and even crack a joke here and there. He sipped on his beer as she rebutted some of his questions and concerns over the whole affair before setting it back down, working a bit more at the food on his plate. He smiled at the compliments and even the remark of him being a fighter, but he did sour a bit when she asked what it was she deserved.<br/><br/>Not that it wasn't a fair question, but it also spoke precisely to what bothered him about turning this into a game. It forced people to be in it for themselves, so if you<em>knew</em>there was a better matched couple, you were incentivized to<em>ruin</em>those chances. To sabotage or interfere as best you could. People spoke highly of love, but if they really cared about it, then why would that love only be reserved for one couple? It stunk to high heaven, but if Devon voiced those thoughts so openly he knew things would only get worse. Instead, he'd just answer her question as honestly as he could.<br/><br/>"I dunno what it takes to win a reality show like this," he said with a shrug. He really didn't. This sort of thing wasn't his scene. He far more preferred television with blood, guts, and horror. "So I can't say<em>who</em>has a chance to go all the way. However," he turned to her, his fingers brushing some churro crumbs onto his plate, "you<em>did</em>show good taste in picking me." He flashed a grin, indicating he wasn't entirely serious. "But really, you've already been a champ listening to me yap on about this stuff, and you've replied with honesty. I dunno why none of the other guys stepped forward for you, but they're gonna regret passing you up, because I think you and I are gonna have a pretty cool first week with each other. Then they'll see that there's a very attractive, very real girl that they passed up for stupid reasons." He flashed another smile. "Y'know, like this idiot right here."<br/><br/>He finally slipped his shades off as she stood up, offering to get more food and drinks. He stuffed the glasses into his inside pocket, the light lowered enough that he'd just look obnoxious if he continued to wear them. It gave him a far better look at those surrounding them, and it was beginning to feel like their corner was one of the more lifeless ones there. He gave another look to Cleo, watching her adjust her dress slightly, having had no one step forward for her, and now listening to a guy that clearly didn't believe in true love as she did. If they kept going this route, they were going to have a pretty lame first evening.<br/><br/>"Tell you what," he laid his hand on her shoulder, "you said you wanted to check out the hot tub and pool when you came in, right? Why don't you slip into some swimwear, and I'll get us the chips and drinks. Then maybe we can talk about something exciting, like which one of us is the faster swimmer?" He gave her a wink as he finished his bottle, then took her glass and empty plate. He marched off to the kitchen, finding a place to dispose of the now empty plate as well as exchange the drink containers. He placed a fresh bottle of beer in his coat pocket once more, then loaded a plate up with chips and salsa dip before holding onto Cleo's drink once more.<br/><br/>He<em>had</em>brought swim trunks, but he didn't really feel like making the trip upstairs to swap out himself. Unlike Cleo, he could get away with just swimming around in boxer shorts, even if it wasn't the classiest of looks. She wasn't exactly going to be able to swim around in that dress without potentially ruining it. So he'd just dress down when it was time for him to do so. Until then, he found himself his seat once more, placing Cleo's Margarita by her seat and the chips on the chair between theirs.