<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hot Tub<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini  (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was too easy to pretend she didn’t care. That was part of her problem. She was good at joking and making the connection, but she wasn’t good at the follow through. At some point there was always this pinnacle moment where she didn’t trust herself to judge the true nature of a man’s intentions.<br/><br/>Maybe it was a result of past failures. Maybe it was being a self aware woman working in a male dominated industry, and not with the sort of men that loosened their ties and relaxed with a glass of top shelf bourbon at the end of the night.<br/><br/>They were crass men. They talked about women in the most vulgar possible terms and referred to their partners as their “old ladies”. They drank cheap beer, shot whiskey that might as well have been turpentine, and would have been too drunk and rowdy to care if it was.<br/><br/>They were also the hardest working people she’d ever met, and maybe the most loyal. Just, not the sort she was hell bent to put her chips in with when it came to romance.<br/><br/>So when it came to jokes about penicular churros, she laughed. Of course she did...it was funny. But as she took the last bite of said churro and settled back into the warmth of the hot tub, she couldn’t help but wonder.<br/><br/>He didn’t seem like that man, but was her instinct off?<br/><br/>She smiled and leaned back against the edge of the hot tub in silence for what must have felt like a long time, just thinking. It would be easy and even comfortable to fall into old habits in this place, but that wasn’t really what this was about.<br/><br/>“Thank you for indulging me.”<br/><br/>When she broke the silence her tone was softer and less guarded. At least she hoped it was.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry things are such a disaster.”<br/><br/>