<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom -> Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Erm, no one, apparently<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Restless sleep was an odd sleep. It was almost like time travel. Instead of having that familiar, immersive, sinking feeling of slumber -- true to the name "falling asleep" -- only to awaken in that foggy haze where time is<em>missing</em>, you felt as if you remained in the same spot for fifteen or twenty minutes. Yet when you glimpse at the clock, an hour has passed, maybe two.<br/><br/>Devon had just traveled through time. One moment he was laying in this bed, and there beside his own was the blonde Whoo Girl, Elsa. Yet after tossing and turning he opened his eyes, only to find that she and some of her bedding was absent. He had not heard her stirring, nor did he hear her feet softly touch to the tiled ground and pad off, the soft slither of a blanket trailing on the ground behind. She was simply gone.<br/><br/><em>Not my business,</em>he thought to himself. He rolled over, his arm reaching out for the familiar soft flesh of the curvy Cleo, and found... an empty space. It was so unusual. His first night of slumber had been rough, adjusting to the clinging form of the Filipino woman wrapping about him like a koala bear to a tree. By the second night, and after a good time playing boyfriend and girlfriend in aquatic competition with Gilligan and Mary-Ann before relaxing conversation with Gwen and James, he found her full-body grasp on him comfortable and welcome. In the span of twenty-four hours her presence had gone from uncomfortable to natural, and it was violently torn from his maw like a tooth still attached at the root.<br/><br/>He rolled back over, and once more saw the now vacant bed of Elsa's. He remembered his jeep driving behind hers what felt like too, too long ago for the short number of days it actually had been. The manner in which she excitedly hollered out, hanging out the jeep, and stood in amazement before Caroline. She had been glad to be here. Her eyes had shone with opportunity. Yet the morning she lost her partner she still put on a cheerful face in the work out corner. She's put on quite a positive face the past several days, despite having no clear romantic partner to hold hands with. No one to play games in the pool with, or to relax in the hot tub with in a comfortable embrace. No one to lay beside while everyone else was comfortably snuggled up against another warm body.<br/><br/><em>Fuck.</em><br/><br/>Devon sat up, heaving a weighted sigh. He looked about the beds, noting that everyone else remained asleep. The only ones unaccounted for were JJ, Delaney, and Mark. In fact, he wasn't all too certain where they had chosen to make their evening stay.<br/><br/><em>Fuck me,</em>he thought to himself. At parties, Devon was always the sort to try and find the wallflowers, ask what they were into, and see if he could use his connections to find a group for that person to take root in. So that they didn't feel so isolated, staring into an uncaring room where everyone seemed so vibrant and alive, crushing your soul until you felt dead inside. Yet he'd gotten so caught up in what he felt was a ridiculous ruse of a television show, his championing of one particular couple, and even his own revealed secret that he'd never given one thought to those that might be struggling. He felt like a serious heel.<br/><br/>Standing from his bed, his heavier feet began to pad out, softly stepping down the stairs to the living room of the villa. He looked about, but saw no sign of the blonde. It wasn't a large place, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find her. As he stepped out towards the back yard he was at first convinced that there was no one out there, either, but among the silent laps of water upon the pools surface he heard the sudden shift of blankets. There were indeed people sleeping outside. He nearly held his breath, not wanting to wake anyone up. So he softly began to walk about the perimeter of the pool, standing on his tip-toes to see if any of the beds held the blonde.<br/><br/><em>This is absolutely stupid,</em>he thought to himself. What was he going to do? Touch her on the shoulder? Shake her?<em>'Hey, sorry to wake you up, but I wanted to make sure you weren't, like, depressed or anything.'</em>How idiotic. He sighed again, continuing his patrol about the pool, expecting to see nothing. He stopped, however, as he suddenly heard a soft voice. Trying to keep quiet, yet clearly longing to just release their emotions in a familiar tune that evoked what storm was dominating their inner soul.<br/><br/>Yeah, Devon could related.<br/><br/>He snuck around the pool, following the voice until he saw her sitting there, eyes up to the stars. She hadn't noticed him yet, and in truth, he wasn't sure how to even approach, or if he truly should. While at the bar he had adjusted quite well to people expressing their problems and wanting to be heard. It's one of the reasons they went somewhere public to drink instead of getting blitzed at home. You paid extra not for the beverage, but for someone to be an alcohol-condoning therapist. Yet she retreated out here to be alone.<br/><br/>Alone from all the couples.<br/><br/>Devon softly but confidently began to stride towards her, but he did not get too close yet. He instead stepped beside her makeshift bedding, turning and sitting down in the grass. He posed himself similarly to her, but facing her.<br/><br/>"Sorry to interrupt," he spoke softly. "I was having trouble sleeping, and ended up over-hearing your song as I was walking around the pool. Do you mind if I listen to you sing more?"