<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>Black boxer briefs - everything else removed<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/>He'd been in a few fights over the years.  Deployments in the Yukon and Alaska as well as the North West Territories had him travelling in the same circles as some pretty rough guys and things often came to a head when everyone gathered at whatever local hole with four walls served beer.  He'd been knocked out a few times.  Those punches...you never felt and more often than not you never even see the punch that hits your button.<br/><br/>So<em>“That’s a nice sentiment.” </em>wasn't a knock out punch.  He felt it.  He was glad he was already sitting when she said it as he might have actually taken a step back from the casual force of her "Thanks but no thanks."   While they hand't talked about her job she had shared what she did on her intro video.  He had met women before like her.  Women that worked in a predominantly male-oriented industry and no doubt she had guys...exactly like him pushing up on her all the time.  He suspected literally...all of the time.<br/><br/>Her polite and poised closing of the door on him was handled so effortlessly that he suspected his assessment of her day to day was correct.  He was silently pleased with himself that he didn't flinch when she said it.<br/><br/>That he called her "oxygen" earlier in the day and basically came an engagement ring short of proposing to her here in the hot tub just now wasn't lost on him regarding how supremely out of his league he was with this woman, let alone just how far out of his element he was.<br/><br/>He'd never needed to woo a woman before.  Some attractive woman would take a shine to him.  They'd have sex and then after the sex they would decide if things needed to be more permanent.  All of this was so different.<br/><br/>She was clearly as out of sorts as he was in this place and she didn't have the security of not getting ejected in forty-eight hours if for some reason someone hadn't taken a shine to her.<br/><br/>She didn't need someone to flirt with her.<br/><br/>She most likely just needed someone to listen to her and give her a respite from the bullshit of this villa.<br/><br/>The truth of it was that he could use a friend too.  Genuine conversations had been few and far between since his arrival.  So while there would be no love connection between him and Delaney, he could have her back in this nonsense.  So he held his tongue and nodded...listening to what she had to say.<br/><br/>Noting that she was then moving closer to sit beside him, less need to look at him.  His view and hers now consisting of line of sight to the villa and those within it as they puttered about getting ready for bed.<br/><br/>He gave her an amused look, a short, soft sound slipping from him as he spoke.<br/><br/><em>"They're everywhere out there.  You can't go two blocks without spotting a "Churro Guy" on the corner with his cart. They're like the ultimate drunk tourist food. "</em><br/><br/>With his far arm resting on the edge of the hot tub he lifted his hand slightly and counted off each point he made on a lifted finger.<br/><br/><em>"They're sweet.  Messy.  Warm.  Penicular..."</em>