<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/ggDY06q/devon-daniels-8.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>2 July, 2019 | Afternoon | Roughly 1pm-ish?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa backyard | Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shirtless, wearing a black pair of swim trunks<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>What began as a quiet morning soon became a whole bunch of hustling and bustling as people were in and out of the Villa, in and out of the kitchen, completing their workouts, and even hanging around in the pool. It had actually made the morning go surprisingly swiftly, something which Devon was grateful for. While he didn't dislike his job or his hobbies, he'd never really been one to vacation. Having a day with nothing planned was... well, there was something both free about it as well as claustrophobic. Without any obligation, it meant time was yours to waste. He'd never really thought of<em>any</em>moment of his life being a waste before, but now... well, he just kind of felt at a loss.<br/><br/>He had originally dressed in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt once more before the not-so-invisible stage crew came out and told him that he couldn't really wear that today. He was supposed to "look sexy". Clearly these people didn't understand that less could most certainly be more. An otherwise conservative dress with a slit up to the hip was, quite frankly, far sexier than walking around in a string bikini. An enticement, a promise, but only for those deemed worthy. A challenge, even. Then again, Devon was a bit "Fight Club" when it came to his understanding of what was a masculine form of sexy. Photos of male models in just their underwear? "Is that what a real man looks like?" Yeah, not Devon's style. But, he wasn't one of the ladies, so off with the jeans and off with the t-shirt. On with the black swim trunks it was.<br/><br/>"What, ya don't have any with skulls on 'em?" one of the camera crew commented. Devon slid his shades on.<br/><br/>"Who says I don't?" he smirked. The crew smiled and chuckled back, and Devon liked that. He liked the idea of people feeling comfortable around him. If it made the jobs of these people easier, then he was doing what he believed best in the world.<br/><br/>He descended down the steps whistling the acoustic opening to<em>Dance of Death</em>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTrUwO6xOEI), only realizing as he stepped towards the outer doors that his stomach was quite empty. In fact, it growled with the best of 'em, informing him he hadn't eaten at all today. Looking around, he noticed the kitchen area from yesterday where the spread had been. It looked far more barren today in comparison, though it seemed as if there were still a few dishes and cook wear scattered about. He turned to the enormously sized refrigerator, popping both doors open to scan what was available. He turned back to the stove and sink, then to the others gathered about, and once more at the fridge's contents. Well, it would be a waste to just cook for himself, right? So he pulled out a container of frozen burgers and some of the hot dogs, closing the doors behind himself as he set them upon the counter. He pried open the box containing the frozen patties, allowing them time to thaw a bit before glancing around his surroundings.<br/><br/>...huh. No grill.<br/><br/>Digging through the different cabinets. He found a double-sided griddle, flat on one side and with ridges on the other to simulate a grill surface. That would do. He laid the flat-side down over the stove, turning the dials so that he could begin heating the surface. While it was doing that, he began to work on cleaning the dishes left out by any islanders that had left their own plates behind. Not something he minded doing, really. Right now he just looked to soak up time. He understood the name of the game, to have nothing to do but get to know your fellow islanders and your current sweetheart. He was a firm believer in absence making the heart grow fonder, however. Even when he was living with another woman, the two of them had their own stuff to keep them busy. It was very intentionally chosen to prevent them from getting<em>bored</em>with one another. Here, though? With all the expectations? The longer he spent time with Cleo, the more likely they'd be to have a conversation that would end in an argument or disaster.<br/><br/>This was going to be a good time. He'd make sure people had a good time. He'd have no part in the drama. These were his decisions at this point. Unfortunately, by doing so much of his own thing he was aware he could be inciting drama with Cleo, or perhaps would with whoever he'd get paired up with next. Just how these games worked, he supposed.<br/><br/>Once he had cleaned the plates and cook wear that was left behind, he hovered his palm over the grill. Oh yes, that was most certainly done. So, one by one, he began to peel the frozen patties apart, laying them on the grill, disposing of the thin paper that separated them. He washed his hands, sought out buns, pulled out different kinds of cheese slices, and began to arrange the condiments before flipping them over. He laid cheddar, American, swiss, and monteray jack on some patties while leaving one or two plain, then sought out some plates. Over the next half-hour, he created his own spread of simply made hamburgers, each with cheese cooked on top, and a pile of hot dogs as well.<br/><br/>"Burgers and hot dogs for any who want them!" he called out to all in the back yard. He then grabbed a separate plate, arranging different burgers and hot dogs out, and then began to wander throughout the villa towards the camera crew. Most tried to object to any food, but Devon's insistence caused most to break down and accept at least a little bit of something. Satisfied that the different employees were fed, he finally headed back to make his own double-stack cheddar cheese burger.