<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRkhU3slmLhHEgt4Vei2sd0cFkXU9dcx8b-W4GC0ijM1JQf7p5N)</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, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>At Grace’s comment about his deductive reasoning, Corey laughed as he sat back on the couch a little, the remainder of his cupcake held lightly in his hand.  “It’s a gift.” He replied in a mock lofty tone, missing the opportunity for the obvious answer and swirling the half-eaten confection in his hand like it was the finest brandy and he was the lord of the manor.  “For all that though, I wouldn’t call bridal showers and birthdays small potatoes either.   I mean, people take those things bloody seriously, and if they are asking you to bake for them, that’s a compliment.”  He continued, the ‘posh’ Corey falling away as quickly as it had appeared.<br/><br/>“Oh, so it’s the boys that are picking next, and you are trying to get to me through my stomach is it?”  Corey asked, throwing his eyes wide and sitting up a bit more, his gaze falling to land suspiciously on the cupcake in his hand before a decision appeared to be reached and the rest was popped into his mouth.  “A good plan, I have to admit.  I mean, treats, presents, sharing a bed, you are making a very strong case here, Grace.”<br/><br/>Smiling across, Corey did not know what to make of the sudden look Grace gave him, having never heard any stories about pineapples, all he did know was that the way her eyes took him in during that brief moment had his heart thumping against his breastbone.  Luckily, he knew how to handle her next comment quite well, and just like he had disappeared, Posh Corey flashed back into existence.  “Hmph!  I’ll have you know young lady that I have always preferred the Imperial Units!  Or perhaps, not…”<br/><br/>Winking, Corey watched as Grace took a far more delicate bite of her cupcake than he had, although she did end up with a bit on her nose.  Reaching across, Corey gently wiped the small bit of green palm tree away with his finger.  “Hold on, you’ve got a bit there…” He said as he left her nose clean again before popping the digit in his mouth and sucking off the frosting.  “Mmm, tastes even better this way.”  He smiled, a little wickedly, that being Corey’s strongest flirt of the summer so far.<br/><br/>“Huh, alright, a bit of Q and A then.”  Corey laughed as the question came hard and fast.  “Let’s see, I already told you what I did for a living.  For now.  So, I live in London currently, in a flat I share with a few mates.  One that I can only hope to move out from soon!  I actually grew up in London, Kingston to be precise.  My dad runs a little pub in Kingston still, and my mum is a hairdresser, although I think she’d quit that in a flash if she could, but her and my dad decided them both working in the pub was a bit much.”  He chuckled.  There was no doubt Corey’s parents loved each other from the way he talked about them, but living AND working together, well his folks were smart enough to know when close was TOO close.<br/><br/>“Oh, and yeah, no pressure there!”  Wiping his hands free of crumbs, Corey left them without treats for the time being as he had been hitting them pretty hard.  “Yeah, I definitely would.  To be honest, when I first arrived, I was so nervous about not being picked, that I was going to keep stepping forward until someone picked me or Caroline sent me packing.  But, as for my pick…” Corey blushed a little, hoping he was reading them rightly and not making a huge mistake here, “well I seem to have got it right in one, so why would I even think of switching?”<br/><br/>“Hmm, alright, same questions, all around then.  Well, except for the other girls part.  I can guess that one.  Oh, and one more!  If you had to choose tomorrow to make your living in fashion, or in baking, what would it be?”<br/>