<div class="floatleft">(https://www.instagram.com/p/BjnOR88HDqu/media?size=l)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Manchester, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Mid-morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside kitchen seating area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with navy blue swimming trunks and khaki sandals<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Rhonda</del>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open; All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Dom called him Manchester, Logan had to smirk. He immediately began to wonder if he was meant to call her Moscow, in turn. His head tilted slightly as he watched her upon her approach. She commented about how he came closer to introduce himself. It almost felt like she had a mental score card that she was tallying up points on, as she went through the list of positives. She spoke her assumption that he likely didn’t wish to remain single, questioning him about it in the interim.<br/><br/>“Indeed,” he responded, his brows perked. Dom then specified that he should escort here somewhere more private so that they could speak to each other more intimately. She promised to tell him more about her relationship status when they did as she instructed. Logan nodded his head, glancing outside, about to reference one or two places that they could go to be alone. But that was when the newest newcomer practically busted down the door.<br/><br/>Logan chuckled deeply at Dom’s comment about clothing being optional for this little party they were apparently having. “I must have missed that text,” he joked. Jon returned from upstairs around then, as well. Unfortunately, he distracted Dom quite a bit. The redhead seemed to want to get to know them both equally. He couldn’t quite fault her for wanting to see her options before jumping into a couple, he supposed. But, she was laying on the flirtiness pretty thick.<br/><br/>After she prompted him to speak about himself, Jon did just that. He spoke essentially about how he was just a giant kid in a grown man’s body. About how he wanted to play video games and work out all day, but his friends were too busy to join him or play with him anymore. Logan cocked one brow, after leading them both outside, mindful of Dom’s arm linked with his. He guided them to the kitchen, to the bar stools more specifically. Katie was there with Harlan, and they were having a bit of a chat that looked slightly tense.<br/><br/>But Logan didn’t think much of it because of how Katie slinked away. “Looks like I’ll need to steal you away some other time, when you’re not tugging others along with us.” Logan whispered in Dom’s ear. “Since you asked though,” he gently put his mug of coffee down on the counter and stood beside it, leaning against it and turned so that his body was facing Dom, even if she decided to sit on a bar stool. “I’m a writer. Started out as a journalist and wasn’t feeling fulfilled. Especially due to how cutthroat it all is.”<br/><br/>“So I started my own blog. I began writing about my days, about where I traveled to, about the food I was eating, about my goals in life. I even shared pictures of my family’s dog.” He smirked a bit at a memory that went untold. “I’m big into food. I wish I could cook it better. But I find myself travelling just for a taste of something authentic.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “At the end of the day, family is most important to me. I plan to settle down and make one of my own when it feels right.”<br/><br/>Logan turned around, finding the coffee pot again and warming his cup up. He gestured to the others. “Does anyone want some coffee? Maybe a spot of breakfast?” He suggested, just as the crew began putting out breakfast platters for the counter top to be filled with. There was a bowl filled with fresh fruit, a platter stacked with a tower of pancakes, another platter topped with a stack of toast, containers with hash browns, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, cinnamon rolls, and even more. He kept the coffee pot in case anyone wanted any coffee, but turned to fetch himself a plate as well.<br/><br/>Quickly, he piled a bit of everything onto his plate. He drew a bit closer to Dom, grinning. “Oh, and I’ve got a rather large appetite.” He leaned back only to bite into a piece of pancake. “Tell us about yourself, Dom.” He insisted, finding that it was easier to be a bit bossy when in front of someone who was somewhat bossy herself.