<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>2 July, 2019 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard | Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks, shades<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey - Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon smiled as Corey replied, and not just because his instincts were proving on point. The kid reminded him of Slick and a few other of the young lost and listless fellows that wandered into Thrashers back home, but there was already a bit more of a confidence to this one. He wasn't as...<em>helpless</em>as those guys had been. His thumb wiped some errant barbecue sauce that had dripped down his lip, sucking it off as Corey finished his more pessimistic perspective of Gilligan's Island.<br/><br/>"Ah, no one ever actually hooked up in that show," he said. He tossed his hair slightly, but only because the breeze was already making a bit of a mess of it. He hoped it would catch and steer clear of the space between him and his burger. "There was some crappy TV movie in the 70's where she had some guy back home or whatever, but basically Gilligan or Professor and Mary Ann were one of those... uh... Shipping, right? They were early ships." He smiled though, nodding. "But you see, you get it, right? People think Ginger is hot, but Mary-Ann's the real deal." He was going to continue on about how that ought to describe Gwen, but he contemplated Corey's concerns.<br/><br/>Yeah, he definitely knew this kid. Listened to 'em at the bar often. Hell, he listened to a<em>lot</em>of love problems at the bar, as well as those struck by cupid's overly aggressive trigger-finger. Fucker didn't have a regular bow, he had a steampunk crossbow capable of chain-firing those stupid bolts. This was always territory that was difficult to navigate, because some of the best guys had lady troubles simply due to over-thinking everything. They'd psyche themselves out so bad and convince themselves that a possibility was fact, and they'd act on those assumptions. Next thing you knew, there was a very confused girl that thought she was falling for a nice guy, but now thinks she's dodging another bad ex waiting to happen.<br/><br/>Corey, at least, was trying to psyche himself up.<em>Young padawan, there may not be much to teach you after all.</em><br/><br/>"So here's the thing you gotta keep in mind with this Grace girl," he said, finishing a bite of burger. "She had first pick, right? Any guy, and you certainly weren't the only one that stepped forward.<em>But,</em>" and he gave Corey a friendly poke on the shoulder, "she did not really hesitate in choosing you, did she? And lemme tell you, she looked happy with her choice to me, even as the night wore on. I saw you two on the bed over..." He looked over his shoulder, waving in the general vicinity that they had been the night prior. "Somewhere thataway. Now, I've seen<em>so many</em>first, second, third dates at my bar, and you can tell when people are going to see each other again and when they're not." He then pointed vaguely towards the entrance of the Villa. "Those guys that asked her on dates? We saw the one of 'em yesterday, right? You know what you had that he doesn't?" In a gesture he immediately regretted, Devon pointed at his own chest. "Heart, man. You wear it out there. I saw it when you walked in. Everyone did. I try to be honest, but I mean..." He tapped at his shades. "Still keep the deeper me hidden, ya know? All these guys," his finger circled around once more, "are going to be putting up a facade, but<em>you</em>were you." He then chuckled and shrugged. "At least, that's what my gut tells me, and it's probably what her gut told her, too. So I wouldn't worry about those dates. Plus, distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that."<br/><br/>Devon shoved more of the burger in his mouth, only one bite remaining. Perhaps he'd laid it on a bit too thick? He couldn't help it, though. He kind of just got into that zone again. It's one of the reasons he loved tending the bar at Thrashers. Got to meet a ton of cool people. Maybe you'd see 'em again in a few days, maybe a couple weeks, maybe never again. But sometimes, he got to lend an ear, and then he got to help someone out. It was like the burgers for the crew, and giving them something to laugh at. It just felt like he was doing something good.<br/><br/>"As for me and Cleo," he said, chewing up and then swallowing his burger. "She's pretty cool. Has some cool stories, too. Dunno what's gonna happen with us as the game goes on, and dunno whether she'll even want to stick with me. I'm not rolling over and playing dead, but I'm not really desperate to win, either. Just having a good time while I'm here. So..." He shrugged. "We'll see what happens." He then shoved the last of the burger in his mouth.