<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/322888378/original.gif)</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, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom(s) ---> Villa Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN  Mentioned: Cassie, Elsa, Devon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Not one with usually a lot of chance to sleep in as he usually had an early shift, Corey luxuriated in the ability to let the sun get good and high before he woke.  With the sounds of others stirring around him getting ready for their dates and their workouts respectively, Corey finally groaned his way awake.  It didn’t help that he had stayed up way too late the night before, feeling like the first night of the world’s weirdest camp, not to mention making sure he didn’t roll over and do some inappropriate touching on accident.<br/><br/>Once he had finally falling asleep, Corey had managed to make it through most of the night with only a few wake-ups, and luckily none of those were to the sounds of fellow Islanders “trying each other on for size”.   Of course, he MIGHT have slept through it.  With the sun positively beaming in, Corey stumbled for the bathroom, getting his teeth brushed and a quick shower in before throwing on a pair of swim trunks and flip flops.  He probably would have been more comfortable in more clothing, but the producers had “encouraged” them to relax in simple swimwear.  Being from a rainy summer climate, this wouldn’t bother Corey overly much, as long as he didn’t over think it.<br/><br/>Surprised he had not yet seen Grace, Corey grabbed his phone on the way to the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks.  A date?  Already? With the new guy.  “Doesn’t waste a lick of time, does he?” Corey muttered darkly.<em>Looks like it's coffee for one then.</em>Corey thought sourly, his stomach sunk directly to his shoes, and unfortunately that emotion bled right into his response to Grace.  Once in the kitchen, Corey made quick work of even the fancy machines the villa had, mixing up a big ol pot of cold brew, more than enough for anyone who might follow, since one of the early riser had already made a hot pot.  No one would want to drink hot coffee in this clime, once the sun was cooking, would they?<br/><br/>Speaking of which, and already of the sinking suspicion that he might be packing his bags right back up soon, Corey made his way outside and immediately spotted the lone redhead and the stacked blonde as well as the big long haired bloke going about a workout.<em>Cassie, Elsa and Devon</em>Corey reminded himself, having always been good with names.<em>Should I be working out?  Is that a show for the cameras?  Piss on that, I’m vacationing</em>.   He thought, still a little sour from his morning news.  Heading instead for the pool supplies, Corey went about finding a float.   Grabbing the<strong>closest to hand (https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/tp-image-inflatable-ring.jpg)</strong>, Corey took one look and tossed it right in the back, “Bugger that one!”   Finding<strong>another (https://salsaritas.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/best-food-pool-floats.png)</strong>, Corey made his way towards the deep end of the pool, setting his coffee down before dropping in his float and jumping in.  Cooled off and refreshed, Corey hopped onto the bright green float, laying back in the sun with one arm draped to keep him close to the edge, and his java.<br/>