<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/kMDRQ6/muscular-metalhead.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>1 July, 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard | Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swimming in plaid boxers<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cleo | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Now<em>this</em>was how to enjoy his time here. No talk about true love, or winners or losers, or the social experiment that is reality television. An attractive woman gently cradled against him in perfectly temperature controlled water, a beer in his hand and a margarita in hers, relaxed and just talking. He'd have to prod and tease her about that distaste for metal later, but not quite yet. After all, he didn't want to come off<em>that</em>one note, now, did he?<br/><br/>She asked a question about his family, but immediately after was launching into a story about her childhood. A rather interesting one at that! He wasn't really even sure quite how to picture it, but the idea of a little Filipino girl and her friends running from a bunch of squealing pigs or boars brought a hearty chuckle to his lips, his chest and shoulders shaking against her.<br/><br/>"Dang, I hear wild pigs are supposed to be ferocious," he grinned. He took a sip of his beer, a memory of his own coming to mind from roughly that same period. Yup, he'd certainly tell that one. First, however, to answer her question. "Family, huh? I suppose it's kind of big, though largely on a technicality. My mom and dad split when I was about five years old, but they've been friends ever since. No bad blood, just realized they married too young when they were in lust. Both remarried, and I'm pretty cool with both my step-dad and step-mom. So technically I got two dads and two moms. I got a step-brother through my step-mom, but I refer to him as my brother as if we're related by birth. He's three years older than me, but we were into similar things and just generally hung out all the time. My birth sister, however, who is still in College..." Devon shook his eyes, eyes going wide for a moment. "Couldn't be more different, so I just call her my step-sister." He took one final swig of the beer, finishing the bottle off. "Which suits her just fine. She doesn't even tell people she has a brother."<br/><br/>He gave another chuckle as he placed the bottle on the edge of the pool, opening both of his hands up so he could better pull Cleo onto his lap as they floated in the water together. "So yeah, guess it's a pretty big family. More parents than there are kids.<br/><br/>"Now then, as for my story," he grinned and tilted his head, looking at the skies above. "So, I was around 10 when I was walking home from school one day. My older brother was about 13 or 14, still in middle-school, and he and I would usually meet at this corner by a 7-11 on the way home. He wasn't there, though. I waited for a while, but he didn't show up. So I started walking towards the middle school, knowing he'd never just ditch me like that. Two blocks down I find him getting shoved into the hedge by some other kid. Evidently he'd been bothering my brother for a few weeks, but my brother never told no one. I dunno what's going on, I just run up and jump, grabbing this bully kid by the back pack. I pull him down and to the ground, and the straps to the backpack snap. This kid sees me with his bag, and suddenly he starts freaking out. 'Give that back!' So I start running, and..." At this point Devon pauses, trying to stifle his laughter. "I have no clue why, but holding those straps, I start swinging the backpack over my head." He demonstrates with one hand, circling his arm in the air. "I then just<em>throw</em>it into the street, where it lands<em>right</em>on some dude's windshield. Not only does the windshield crack, but the backpack bursts open. Not only are the kid's textbooks and notebooks spilling into the street, but a bunch of porno mags are, too. They get caught up in the wind of cars passing on the other side of the road, and..." More laughter, his whole body shaking at the memory of it. "Next thing you know someone's screeching to a halt because their view is blocked by some big-titted blonde spread across their windshield."<br/><br/>His whole body is shaking with laughter, causing Cleo to bounce slightly against him as he recollects the memory, the moment frozen in time as he had just stood there, looking at the destruction he had just wrought on this crap suburban street. Finally, however, he collects himself, calms.<br/><br/>"Right, so, bully kid starts yelling behind me. Meanwhile, the driver with the busted windshield is stomping out of his car yelling at me. So I just book it," his hand claps at the water to emphasize the speed at which he ran, "running down the sidewalk and then just turning down a road I'd never gone down before. I see a brown-painted fence and think 'hey, I can lose them in there!' Don't think at all why they might have a fence. So I turn, jump up, and as I'm halfway over the fence I see this pug dog barking at me like I'm a t-bone steak just dangling over that barricade. I turn, see the man<em>and</em>the bully coming after me, while my brother is in the distance looking at me like 'dude what the fuck?!' So I figure he can get away while I got 'em distracted, and try to kind of jump off the fence and into the yard. I fall and<em>immediately</em>the pug's got my pants, trying to tear 'em off. So I just..." Once more, Devon begins to laugh, a hand coming over his eyes as his mouth spread in a wide grin. "I just dropped 'em! Dropped my pants, let the dog have 'em, and ran for the other side of the yard."<br/><br/>Once more he finishes his laughter, shaking his head. "My mom was sooooo pissed at me." He shook his head.<br/><br/>Devon certainly felt more relaxed at this point, and though he was only permitted the two beers, the alcohol combined with the conversation and the pool certainly allowed him to loosen up further and relax. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad time after all. Just hang out with people, don't worry about the game, enjoy the company of others. As the night wore on, he and Cleo exchanged a few more stories, but soon the day began to wear on the both of them.<br/><br/>"I'll meet you up in bed," he had said, their bodies finally pulling away from one another. "I should, uh... definitely change into something more appropriate after toweling off." He chuckled, climbing free of the pool, his plaid boxers now soggy and dripping with a quantity of chlorinated water they weren't really meant to absorb. Taking their empty bottle and glass, he first brought that towards the caterers, now largely just chatting and waiting for the contestants to all head off to sleep. He then bundled the rest of his clothes in his leather jacket, using it as a bit of a protective shell so they wouldn't get wet against him. He headed on up to the rooms, trying to keep quiet as several others had already found themselves in bed together. Finding his belongings, he began to arrange them into a clean and soiled clothes drawer, pulling a pair of lounge pants free to change into. He then withdrew his toothbrush and toothpaste, heading to the bathroom to change and complete his evening rituals.