<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://repeatingislands.files.wordpress.com/2018/01/rob-jnqce5tc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Donavon Adrian Chase<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Walking in.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black High tip Nike's with his own number on them, Black socks, jeans, Red boxer briefs, belt, tank top, and baseball jersey<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: People at the party<br/><hr/><br/>Donavon pulled up in Jeep Grand, it was black with a red interior.  He was looking forward to seeing Izzy, there were a lot of reasons, but he had come by a few times but he wasn't against coming by more regular too.  For whatever other reasons she might come up with.  He got out with a bag that had dessert in the cake tin, it was a homemade lava cake.  Yeah, some skills carried over from his mother and it was not polite to show up to a party empty-handed.  It was a special cake but not too special some people were greedy and when the munchies hit he didn't want to be accused of anything.<br/><br/>He walked in looking at sexiness as far as the eye could see.  He looked at the collective and felt like Thor...<em>' and they are so tiny!' </em>He thought as he shook his head of his 6'6" frame, his deep baritone rang through.  "Sup Y'all!  What did I miss?" He was ducking a bit to get in not that he needed to but more out of habit for most places.  It had become more reflex to him, when he entered a house.<br/><br/>He found himself chuckling, he chopped would for one of his exercises and he had a favorite flannel shirt, that he had been looking for.  He no longer had to look for where it was.  "Hey, Izzy nice turn out.  Sexy as ever, I see?"  He hugged her and kissed her neck once he was able to get closer to her. "Nice shirt!"<br/><br/>"Hey, Chloe."  He had seen her a couple of times met her once, he didn't forget faces but having heard Izzy, mentioning her partner in crime he went with it.  Having connected the dots from the first time they had met too.<br/><br/><em>'Who was that?'</em>She looks familiar, he frowned as he tried to make his mind focus he never forgot a face.<em>'Rose something or another.  Damn! what did I do to mess that up?'</em>