<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>London, UK<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon, Grace<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>As Devon spoke, Corey found himself nodding more and more.  The guy definitely made some good points, and in the way of twenty-somethings everywhere, it seemed that the few years between them (not to mention what were probably countless life experiences) had given Devon a wisdom that Corey definitely lacked.  Then again he was certainly not too shy to benefit from it, even if there was a chance that he was simply enjoying it because it was what he wanted to hear.  Not that Devon had any reason to help him feel better, and indeed he had fifty thousand reasons not to.<br/><br/>“Yeah, I think you are right.”  Corey nodded, squirting a generous helping of ketchup onto his hot dog.  “Truth was, she said she didn’t have much of a connection with the first guy, and I am hoping for the same for the second.  If I risk sounding a little full of myself, I think it’s because she wants to see how we play out first, at the very least.  She DID say she was looking for something different than she was used to.”  Taking a big bite of his dog, Corey considered what that meant, especially in light of what Devon was saying.  If Grace wanted something different, and the guys here were all trying to put on the same facade, well, that could only help him out right?<br/><br/>Feeling much better about things, at least for the moment, Corey instead turned his attention to the other Islander, instead of inward.   “So, that’s all then, so far?  A few stories?  I take it you aren’t really here for romance?” Corey asked.  He wondered what Devon did for a living too, but he didn’t want to bombard him with a thousand questions at once.  No sooner had he finished speaking than Corey noted Grace’s approach like his eyes were already tuned to immediately spotting her in a bikini.  Surprised briefly, that was a FAST lunch date, Corey nevertheless found that just as relieving as Devon’s words.<br/><br/>As his Island Girl approached, Corey grinned at the hip bump, only stopping from trying to snake his hands around Grace’s waist due to the fact that he was eating and he wasn’t sure they were all ketchup-y.   “Not interrupting at all.”  Corey replied, grinning conspiratorially at Devon.  “Have you met Devon, Grace?  He is my favorite.”  He continued, laughing at his own joke.<br/>