<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</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>2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon - Open<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>After the handshake, Corey got down to the serious business of eating since he was able to bring his other hand into play to hold up the big burger. Nodding at the Stan Lee quip since his mouth was full, Corey made a note that Devon seemed to be from the States, which explained why the grilling seemed like no big deal to him.  Corey being British and a city boy, had hardly done it his whole life.<br/><br/>Blinking at the compliment, Corey nevertheless had to really think his way through what Devon was saying, especially since his knowledge of Gilligan’s Island was at the very best, somewhat abstract.  “Hold on then, I don’t think that Gilligan ever got with Mary-Ann, did he?”  Corey grinned.  “That was probably the other dude. The Professor.  So, maybe I can get you to think of a new nickname before we’re done.  Then again, on this Island full of Ginger’s, I’ll be glad for the Mary Ann.”  He laughed, shrugging slightly.<br/><br/>“Still, you are right though.  It’s been bloody mad.  I mean, Grace has got asked out on two dates already.   I mean, I know she had to go and all, rules are rules, but it’s not the kind of thing to give a guy warm fuzzies.  Although, we did share a goodnight kiss, so I hope that counts for a bit.”  Speaking too quickly in the vein of the overly concerned, Corey could just HEAR himself rambling like an idiot, and shoved a big bite of burger between his lips to shut himself up.<br/><br/>Once he had chewed and swallowed though, Corey assumed that a bit of turnabout was fair play, not to mention he was a little curious.  “How about you?  How are things going with Cleo?”  Finishing the burger, Corey absently reached out and picked up a hot dog.  “Got to be honest, I thought you’d end up picking Elsa.  I mean, no offense, but you look like a Viking, SHE looks like a Viking...it’s like they planned it!”<br/>