<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.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 noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta? Right?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He watched as she reached for the cupcake, the aforementioned bondage bikini shifting in interesting ways with the movement of her body. Pressing more tightly on flesh here, straps shifting there, almost as if begging for his eyes to wander her pale flesh more than the exposure offered by a swimsuit typically beckoned. Nonetheless, he did his best to keep his eyes towards her face instead as she picked the cupcake up and took a bite of it, chuckling as no one can escape the mess of moist crumbs and smeared frosting of a cupcake upon their lips.<br/><br/>“It’s as I suspected...not poisoned," she offered, "And most assuredly doesn’t taste like shit.” He chuckled at the statement, taking another chip from the tray. She then extended her hand, however, and offered her name.<em>Good, I have something to call her other than Bondage Bikini</em>he thought to himself. Swapping the chip to his other hand, he took her hand in his, ensuring it was still firm but not overly so. He wasn't sure who made up the rules with handshakes, but if nothing else a firm handshake grabbed someone's attention. Communicated all the buzzwords that business men liked to scrawl on white boards and pick-up artists treated as ideals and virtues rather than traits. With women, it certainly helped communicate strength, but it also communicated an intent in his action, that even something so small as a handshake was a physical gesture worth applying attention to.<br/><br/>And so he held her hand with the firmness of a dancer ready to lead her across the ballroom.<br/><br/>Or of a Viking ready to take hold of the peasant girl and sail across the world with her as his new lass. Certainly a more metal visual.<br/><br/>"Devon," he said with a grin, then let his fingers slip away from hers. "Now, before we get to that kiss -- a very nice one, by the way, thank you -- I'm afraid you have not put my soul at ease." He waved the chip before her, like a waggling finger looking to accuse. "How do I know you haven't already drank the antidote before coming in here, eh? I'm on to your ruse." He placed the chip in his mouth before chewing, then turned to the tray. "All seriousness, though, I'd rather eat the cupcake last. Don't wanna disappoint my moms on national television. Is that sandwich yours or is it up for grabs?"<br/><br/>Following confirmation of the ownership to the sandwich, he looked back into Delaney's eyes. "So, my mind was honestly quite a bit distracted during the competition. You'll have to remind me what, exactly, was the secret you believed me guilty of?" His elbows leaned forward onto his knees, a grin of amusement on his face as he was curious to hear what reasoning she'd give, if any.