<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>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/>As Elsa spoke, Devon's eyes remained locked to hers, and if they ever swayed it was to study the rest of her face and expression in order to better read her emotions. The attentive bartender was certainly present, but there was a bit more to it than that. Elsa was a free talker, but not in the ways he had come to expect. There was that old saying, "a wise man speaks because he has something to say, a fool speaks to hear himself talk". His first expectation of her, given the whooping cheers on that first night, would have been the latter. Granted, he wasn't sure she was the former either, but you didn't always have to be wise, either. You could just be a person, neither wise nor foolish, speaking because you were trying to grasp someone's heart with your own.<br/><br/>In Elsa's speech he saw the part of her that simply loved being present around another person, and yet even with him right there he could detect the loneliness she felt. To feel isolated even when there was a crowd around you.<br/><br/>As she laid down upon her back, it gave him a bit more of an appreciative view of her body. Granted, he'd seen it before. Walking behind her on the way in, the morning of day two as she stepped out of bed with just a thong covering her bottom, and her wonderful work-out regimen seemingly designed to give the guys a hands-free barbell. But this was something different. She was more casually dressed now, and that had a far different feel to it. It was... comfortable. The sort of thing you could imagine waking up to and just silently laying there, figuring out where you wanted to go for breakfast even though you were just delaying having to get out of bed.<br/><br/>"Introspect is correct," he nodded with a soft smile as she inquired about the word. He listened to every word, and was shocked to discover that her date had ended in less than a desirable fashion. There were moments he could see her mind working, having thoughts and ideas she wanted to air out, and not to a camera like in the diary room. A physical being that could be receptive. But he, too, was just another piece to the game, and for all she knew he was sitting here, weighing his options now that he was without a partner. To him, it wouldn't really matter if he got sent home at the end of this week.<br/><br/>It would certainly mean an end to her adventure, though. While she certainly had the spirit to see the glass as being half-full, she'd feel wholly empty for a while if she had left under these circumstances.<br/><br/><strong>"I have to ask something of you... Can I braid your hair? Just a little bit of it behind the ear? Unless you're brave, I could make you look like a viking and braid it all."</strong><br/><br/>Devon's eyebrows rose, and his soft smile became a huge grin. Then his shoulders began to shake, and soon his head was cast downwards. He chuckled, his deep voice coming out in bursts. He could already see Lezzy, arm wrapped around Monica, her short frame beginning to rise up out of her seat in disbelief. Devon waved his hand, shaking his head.<br/><br/>"I'm not laughing at you," he reassured her, recalling Elsa's request for him not to do such a thing to her singing. Granted, she wasn't singing, but he wanted to make sure she understood the chuckling wasn't at her expense. He lifted his head, searching around into the bushes, trying to find a camera. It didn't take him long, and once he spotted it he stood, stepping a bit closer to it. "Hey Thrashers," he announced into the lens, "if Lezzy's flying the two-fisted bird at me right now, everyone take a drink." He then turned back to Elsa, stepping onto her makeshift bedding so that he was perpendicular to her as he sat down. However, he faced his back to her.<br/><br/>"So, back at the bar I work at," he began saying, "my buddy Lezzy has been nagging me to let her braid my hair for... gosh, a long time now." He ran his fingers over his chin in thought, trying to recollect the precise history. "I think it started out as a joke, but shortly after-"<br/><br/>He paused here, his mouth working silently, the grin leaving his face a moment. When the smile returned, it was clearly artificial, his voice a bit weaker. "After a mutual friend started calling me Hanson, y'know, after the MMBop brothers, Lezzy started to get serious about it. I think she really developed a love of my hair or something. I just know it went from a mocking threat to a sincere request." He looked over his shoulder, the smile regaining some of its warmth. "So I'm about to piss her off by letting you do what she never could. Though, I mean, who'd know better than a Scandinavian woman on braiding a man's hair to look like a Viking's? So go ahead, knock yourself out."<br/><br/>He pulled his knees to his chest, arms resting upon them as he shook his head, making sure his hair was properly cascaded down his back. "And don't worry, Lezzy. I'll let you give it a try when I'm back home." He smiled. He'd at least have something to look forward to now.<br/><br/>She was probably shouting "Fuck you" at the TV anyway.