<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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>July 3rd, 6pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Whelp, not anymore<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon shrugged off Corey's compliments regarding his profession, musicianship, and appearance, completely unaware it was only the first time that day someone would compare him to a viking. A lot of times modesty looked false, though he truly didn't feel like his life was anything all that special. He didn't make a crap ton of money, and while he had his share of stories, there were plenty of other adventures that he missed out on. Nor did being a bartender guitarist without a record deal seem to be the stuff of dreams to the sort of women that would be on or watch the show. Nevertheless, he tried his best to accept Corey's compliment with grace -- as opposed to with Grace -- even if the compliment came in part due to his own lack of confidence.<br/><br/>Corey's first response to the question wasn't at all surprising. No doubt he was used to his chums talking about naughty things, but given Corey's personality he wouldn't have been surprised if they were always as blunt as he was. It had nothing to do with being American, it had to do with knowing which etiquette was trash and which was worth maintaining. So seeing Corey first stiffen from the question was enough to make Devon smile. As the young man gave his reply, however, he nodded his head appreciatively.<br/><br/>"Nice," Devon raised his glass. "Alba had a most righteous ass in that movie." He tapped his glass to Corey's and took a sip of the whiskey. He sat and waited patiently for his younger companion to work out a question, and though it was a bit more predictable, closer to a twenty questions style, it made it a lot more tough than a blunt question regarding one's profession. He nodded to Corey's own take on it, taking another sip of whiskey as silence filled the space between them for a moment. Devon sucked in his lower lip, eyes looking down towards the table though not at it as his mind pondered his feelings.<br/><br/>"I don't really want to be either," he said, looking up to Corey. "I mean, I'd love for people to listen to and enjoy my music, but the problem with having tons and tons of acquaintances is that it becomes harder to find true friends." Devon sat back up, leaning his elbows onto his knees as he brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. "The more acquaintances you have, the lonelier you feel because there's no one for those moments that truly count. But when you're rich, you lose the necessity of struggle, right? What fulfillment is there without struggle?" He finished the glass of Maker's Mark.<br/><br/>"I don't want to pussy out and say neither, though," Devon concluded. "So I'd probably rather be rich so that I could use what money to fund personal projects as necessary, help those close to me out, and then just spend the rest on charities and other causes." He lifted his glass to the tender, tapping at it to indicate a refill. However, the bar tender shook his head. "No more," he said. Devon's brow furrowed and he shrugged.<br/><br/>"You kidding me?" he asked, but the tender shrugged. "<acronym title="The television people said no.">La gente de televisión dijo que no.</acronym>" Devon sighed as the bar tender resumed cleaning glasses and helping the other customers. Devon didn't understand Spanish, but "gente", "television" and "no" sounded like someone from the Love Island crew said no more drinks.<br/><br/>"Bummer," Devon shook his head. Of course, in doing so he felt that familiar floating nature of being buzzed, his digits tingling somewhat, but it wouldn't last beyond the croquettes. He leaned back with a shrug.<br/><br/>"So next question, huh?" Devon asked, one foot planting itself against the side of the table as if he were going to shove it. His fingers rubbed along his chin as he thought about what he should ask. Should he bring it back to the Villa and the game? Or continue thinking about things outside of this lame show?<br/><br/>...yeah, less time spent thinking about the show right now, the better.<br/><br/>"Childhood movie you absolutely loved but wouldn't want anyone to know about," he said, snapping a finger and pointing at Corey. Devon didn't offer his own answer this time.