<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 (Izzy, Nick, Rosalie, Diane, Arthur)<br/><hr/><br/><em>'Whoa?!?' </em>That was not expected at all.  This was truly six degrees of separation, he didn’t expect to see her but it was truly a welcomed surprised.  He could have been a bit more, um eager but he wouldn't lie and say it wasn’t nice to see her, as Diane asked for a drink.<br/><br/>He was torn on what to say, after the fiasco earlier with Chloe he wasn’t going to be teasing going down that road.  She probably saw so many faces in her deliveries, but he did call for her a few times specifically…yeah it was the eyes.  ‘<span class="bbc_u"><em>‘Basketball player or customer?!?’ </em></span><em>Obviously she didn’t recognized him so regular dude it was.’<br/></em><br/>He wondered what she truly thought of him?<em>‘maybe some drunken fling she didn’t remember???’</em><br/><br/>“Donavon Chase, pleasure to…see you again.  I appreciated the deliveries that you make to the house…Diane.” He called her by name letting her know he did, remember her.  He licked and bit his lower lips as he looked down at her admiring the view.<br/><br/>Donavon was close to the door when he heard it ring, so he moved to answer it as he paused with Diane, holding a finger up indicating he would be right back.  “Some playa, you comin in?”  He asked.<br/>