<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019, 23:30<br/><strong>Location:</strong>@ the hot tub<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">T-shirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/8174-xrHQxL._UX679_.jpg)</div></div>, well-worn jeans,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Socks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ik.imagekit.io/overdose/3wisemen/catalog/product/cache/4/small_image/265x320/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/x/sx-101913_white.jpg)</div></div>,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0046/5548/0950/products/STEVEMADDEN-CASUAL_ZENO_BLUE-FABRIC_grande.jpg?v=1549480015)</div></div><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Delaney<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>So this was a new thing for him.  Making a mistake wasn't a new thing for him.  Making multiple, catastrophic mistakes over a thirty-six hour period.  Yeah...that was something he was hoping he wasn't going to become an expert at.  He was feeling better about some things and while the secrets competition had been an absolute tire fire things were on the uptick.  He was nervous about Delaney and once again while his brain was telling him there was nothing to be nervous about, his abdomen had other ideas.<br/><br/>He suspected that it had something to do with the fact that she absolutely had no reason to be here on the Island.  At least...he thought as much.  She just seemed like she had moved past the ridiculous antics of this show, particularly his antics this morning.  While there had been no opportunity to talk about her job, he suspected she had no small amount of exposure to guys acting like idiots and he suspected she was at a point where she had zero tolerance for guys that acted like he had at the competition this morning.<br/><br/>Still...she had picked up his hat when he had forgotten about it in his rush to leave the competition.  That was a good sign right?  Or maybe she's just really nice and felt bad for him?<br/><br/>Still...try.<br/><br/>Just try to make amends.  Show her that he wasn't the fuck up she had every reason to think he was.<br/><br/>She had requested treats...maybe demanded treats as a fee for the conversation with her.  The lounge he was at was not the solution for that although they had been kind enough to try.  A plate of manchego and some cold fried potatoes wasn't going to cut it.  So he was wracking his brain for an idea when they passed a street vendor on the way home and there was a glimmer of hope.<br/><br/>Which brought him to the villa here and now.  Holding two large paper cones that looked similar to holding two paper bouquets.  He had made his way into the backyard; his attention drifting towards the daybeds that had become her home of sorts and not seeing her, he looked about.<br/><br/>A way of relief and anxiety washed through him as he saw her lounging about in the hot tub.  Her hair was up, with errant damp, dark tendrils falling down around her face and neck.  He moved around to the side so she could see him approach from a distance and so that he wasn't approaching from behind and catching her off guard.  He offered her a small smile as he crouched down near to her at the edge of the hot tub.  Both paper cones, sealed and held in either hand as he spoke...<br/><br/><em>"Hey.  Thank you.  I just need to put all of this together and then I'll be right back alright?  About five or ten."</em>, lifting an eyebrow as he looked to her and waited for her buy in.