<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/b3/97/f4b397b946c2de0f6254bf58c8b96f52.jpg)</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>3 July, 2019, Afternoon (post Competition)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>T-shirt pictured and<strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>As surprised as Devon was when Logan flashed in and out, Corey was right there alongside him, managing barely a nod before the bearded fellow said his piece and was clearly off on a mission.  Considering the way  the competition went, Corey was wondering if that mission was to meet Rhonda or kill the other bearded guy.  Either way, no skin off Corey’s nose.  “No worries!” Corey called after Logan, before his parting words reminded him of his own vote for a “winner” before he hit the shower.<br/><br/>“Oy, yeah, you got my vote too mate.  Glad you won, I was afraid they’d pick one of the overt sex ones.”  Corey continued with a shake of his head.  “Honestly mate, that was…..brutal.  I mean, I found my last girl was cheating on me as well, and she was the first girl I said I loved, but fuck, yours was a ways further down that road.  Sorry, man.  Not the way to win, I’m thinking.  Better holding off the girls in a pillow fight or something.” He grinned, trying to keep the mood light before Devon started going over their option for going out.<br/><br/>Grabbing his phone, Corey scrolled through the pics.  “Bit fucking posh, aren’t they?  Why do I get the feeling they thought the girls where going to win when they picked these places?”  Raising a hand to tap his chin, Corey thought out loud.  “Well, you’ve got a point, there is no way of knowing when the you know who is going, and I am on board completely with avoiding that bloke.  So, we could ask him and just go the opposite, or linger by the Jeeps, and if we see them leaving for an event and he is NOT on board, off we go.”<br/><br/>“Orrrrr...there is another option, but it depends on how rule minded you are.”  Holding up his phone, Corey displayed the second pic.  “Personally, I’m all for drinks, but there is nothing wrong with a little day-drinking, am I right?  This one here, the six to seven, this looks like the most likely place for your jukebox, or at least a bit of music.”  Grinning, Corey tucked his phone back into his pocket.  “And on the off chance that bell end shows up, we can bail for the later one, or just head off and find our own trouble.  And, if we are having too much fun at seven, well, what are they going to do, force us back?  That’s the best plan I got.  A little food, little music, some drinks, and the night is then free.”<br/>