<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/9f6e3a3678c2b7e076a2764cbc8a5f8c/tumblr_nedvcfUwaI1redzfao8_r1_250.png)</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>2 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa; Living Room | Outdoor Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit plus hat (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/58/21/31/58213160dd903a855985962195a515ab--prince-charming-mens-fashion.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Rhonda<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sure he was all mate and bro with this Mark guy, before he knew which girls he planned to take out on dates. But even then, he had to understand. Right? It would probably make him look like a twit if he didn’t.<br/><br/>He confirmed that Grace was one of the girls he planned to take out, mentioning something about an alternative and complicated thing. “I dunno, she’s not exactly punk rock, mate. I think the platinum hair choice is less about rebelling and more about… fashion?” Logan guessed. “At least she seems really proper and prim and put together.” Logan knew he wasn’t being all that helpful. He shook his head. “I mean, what do I know, I’ve not really spoken to her. I s’pose you can let me know what she’s like later,” he chuckled.<br/><br/>Logan chuckled again at the sparkling question. “Because… why not?” He questioned, putting on a philosophical voice.<br/><br/>Mark mentioned he’d be taking out Elsa for dinner and Logan had to nod in appreciation of his taste. “I stepped forward for her. She is very fit.” Logan leaned down against the counter, his chin on his hand. “She was coupled up with one of the guys who left so right now she’s got no one, mate.” He lifted his brows, as if that realization hadn’t hit him before he said it out loud. If this Mark guy really didn’t want to step on toes, he’d couple up with her.<br/><br/>And then he mentioned Rhonda for a date tomorrow. Logan’s heart sank like an anchor into the deep blue. He was silent, his face showing a bit of shock, undoubtedly. Mark mentioned something odd though, something about how she seemed receptive. His testosterone started to flare. “What does that mean? Receptive?” He repeated the word but made it sound like it meant something offensive.<br/><br/>Logan sighed, standing up and whisking the chips away. He found a clip to secure it and then stuffed it back into the pantry. With his back to Mark, Logan picked up the salsa and put it back into the fridge. “Right. Quick match to stay in as long as possible…” Logan trailed off, his head tilted. This Mark guy was sounding like he was competing. Like he thought Love Island was a game to be played.<br/><br/>Mark asked Logan who he was interested in and he couldn’t mask his chuckle. He turned to look at him, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m in a couple with Rhonda.” He paused, then took a breath, remembering that things had just recently gotten overly complicated. “Delaney, a new arrival who just got here today, invited me out on a date this morning. So, her too, I s’pose.” His voice wavered towards the end. He craned his head and rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers. At this point, he got lost in his own thoughts and didn't think about carrying on his talk with Mark.