<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 | Corey & Grace mentioned | Johnny and Cassandra mentioned | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Those early moments where Cleo gladly ate her food, unconcerned about keeping up appearances, were actually positively received by Devon. It wasn't like she was a slob, and most people weren't. Yet there were always such concerns about looking "ladylike" that, inevitably, fell away the further down into a relationship you had gone. At some point, everyone was introduced to each other's uncouth bodily functions that were shared. One day, be it due to partying too hardily or suffering a flu virus or food poisoning, you'd need someone there to hold your hair back from the toilet. So when Cleo gladly accepted and ate her food after a day in which they'd all been feeling quite hungry, he acknowledged it as a welcome dose of reality.<br/><br/>Which is why it was so obvious when she realized there were others watching. She was smooth about it, but the change in demeanor was spotted and her guard had gone back up. A bit disappointing, but at the same time he couldn't blame her. She continued to speak about her brother, and while he was still skeptical about the whole baby-sitting thing, he could tell she wasn't being entirely dishonest. She didn't try and pass herself off as being a fan of metal herself just to impress him. She wasn't that desperate for his approval, though there was clearly a desire for validation.<br/><br/>Let's be honest, he had it himself.<br/><br/>He had been chewing on his own taco as she accepted his apology, a slight note of cattiness to her voice as she gave permission to ask Red out on a date (not likely at this point), and discussed her own background. Perhaps they could talk about bass later, as he himself had played it a bit. He had been in the middle of his second taco as she had brought up the three guys she would have stepped forward for, noting that she at least did not state Finger-Guns. Scanning over the back yard and all the dispersing couples, Devon still wasn't sure what he thought of most of these fellows, but he definitely recognized the eyes of a snake in Johnny. That, at least, showed good judgment on her part. Then again, she arrived after his big sleazy show, hadn't she?<br/><br/>She didn't mention Gilligan, though. His eyes sought the young kid out, still looking rather bashful as he and Platinum sat together.<br/><br/><strong>"So what's your end game in all this? Looking for your Cinderella? Or trying to cash out?"</strong>He smirked at the question, resting his plate on the empty seat beside him as he reached down to take hold of his bottle. Now that was a good question, wasn't it? He drank some of the beer as Cleo took a sip of her own beverage.<strong>"I can't believe they gave out salted drinks on such a hot day to all of us. Are they trying to get us all drunk?!"</strong>He smirked, his eyes continuing to scan the rest of the backyard.<br/><br/>"Low food and little water followed by copious amounts of alcohol?" he questioned. "Sounds like a great way to get a bunch of people to let their guard down on camera, day one." He turned and smirked over at Cleo. "I mean, that's the point of the two new arrivals, right? It's not about helping people find love at all, but the disruption of the effort." Of course, the producers had also already briefed them regarding alcohol consumption. No more than two drinks. Buzzed contestants was no doubt desired, but with such a group of unpredictable personalities, you never knew which fellows would be the drunk sort to punch a hole in the wall, or which girls would start to rip each other's hair out, and you most certainly didn't want someone choking on their own vomit. Even so, intentional or not, circumstances were perfect for everyone getting light-headed and talkative before they even finished their drinks.<br/><br/>"It's funny," he said pensively, eyes scanning the other contestants once more, "I was just asking myself moments ago why I was even selected to be a part of this whole game. I stick out like a sore thumb, right?" He looked back at her, as if for confirmation. "Thing is, I only signed up because I lost a bet. If you go back and watch my interview tape, my response to the 'worst date' question is that there are no bad dates, just bad standards or expectations or something." He looked back to Gilligan and Platinum, sitting atop their bed, looking like a genuine couple on their first date together. "You don't<em>look</em>for love. I may not be a fan of those old Disney movies, but the Prince didn't<em>look</em>for Cinderella." He went to take another swig of his beer, but stopped with a chuckle. "Well, not until he had the slipper, at least," he added, glancing back towards Cleo. He took the drink of beer, allowing his thoughts to collect a bit more. "The thing is, she showed up." He then paused, his mouth breaking into a grin. "Perhaps the real Cinderella here is Plain Jane there, only she didn't get a fancy gown for the ball?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself.<br/><br/>"I'm not really in it to<em>find</em>my Cinderella, in part because I'm hardly a prince myself," he continued. "The producers no doubt are aware of this. I'm probably here for some kind of entertainment I haven't even sussed out yet. But if you want my honest answer?" He lifted his beer bottle, finger gently pointing to Corey in the distance. "He's the only, truly honest guy here. I've seen<em>every</em>type of personality here working at my bar, and I can tell you that he's the one that's sincere. If I have a goal, it's to make sure he wins, be it in love or cash or both."<br/><br/>He took one final swig of his beer. Really, he'd only decided on that goal just then. Yeah, he could sit here and be a jokester, and he'd certainly love to be one. He wanted his friends back home to laugh and holler for him when all was said and done. But there was no way Devon was winning this. Not without feeling like a real piece of scum. Plus, the name of the game wasn't to<em>really</em>find love, it was to undercut the chances of those who<em>could</em>. That's what the cash incentive was for. That's why it whittled down contestants little by little. That sort of meat grinder could turn a kid like Gilligan into a bitter, rotten soul that turned to pick-up artistry and became another Finger-Guns.<br/><br/>Devon couldn't win, but maybe he could make sure a worthy contestant could.