<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>July 3rd, 6pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop Terrace Bar and Grill<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><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Whelp, not anymore<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corey<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Lame!" Devon said with a smile, shaking his head at Corey's answer. "Who the Hell would be embarrassed about watching<em>Aladdin</em>as a kid? That was one of the few Disney flicks it was socially acceptable for a boy to like." Devon's shoulders and chest shook with a chuckle that burst through his grinning teeth, though. "Jasmine, of course, being part of the reason." He let out a sigh and tilted his own head back. You'd think with his<em>biggest</em>secret having been revealed that day this one would be easy. Nope! Even thinking about it having his now exhausted set of chuckles turning into new giggles.<br/><br/>"Okay, so, eight years old, right?" he began. "First Christmas with my new step-dad. Now, before I go on, I want to say that Beauty and the Beast is a pretty kickin' film. Gaston'd be great were he not such a rapist, and 'Kill the Beast' is a pretty metal tune." Devon leaned forward to grab a glass only to realize he didn't have any more whiskey to sip. With a sigh, he leaned right back into the couch. "However, this isn't about Beauty and the Beast. It's about Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas. My new step-dad got it for my sister, but I ended up being the one that watched it repeatedly."<br/><br/>Devon winced at the confession and shook his head. "Man, those straight-to-DVD films were<em>awful</em>. Thank goodness for my brother, man. By next Christmas he was cleaning up my act, introducing me to all the true metal classics, and showing me bloody R-Rated movies."<br/><br/>Before Devon could move onto the next question, the croquettes had arrived. With a smile Devon leaned forward, grabbed a fork, and cut into one of the crispy spheres of seasoned chicken meat. There was a nice dipping sauce provided, so he scooped some up and put it into his mouth. The heat of the temperature and mild heat of the spices combined, causing him to sit back again, trying to breath cooler air in between bouts of chewing. After swallowing, he nodded.<br/><br/>"Firstly, 'bird'?" His eyebrow rose, then his head tilted. "Well, I mean, we<em>do</em>call 'em chicks in America, so I guess it's not all that different. In fact, a bit more creepy when you think about it." He cut the croquette into two more bites, but let them cool first, steam curling into the air. "Honestly, don't know if I've ever done anyplace overly crazy. Back of a car, bar or concert club restroom, on the occasion sure. But I dunno if they're really all that crazy..."<br/><br/>Unable to resist his growling stomach, he pierced another chunk of croquette, dipping it into the spicy sauce, and inserting it into his mouth. He literally and figuratively chewed on the question as he looked over Corey's shoulder for a moment.<br/><br/>"Not my story," he began as he chewed, skewering the next bite of croquette, "but one of the bands I was with for three months had some on-stage action. It was probably the crappiest band I was with. The singer was a total Axel Rose, would change the set list without telling anyone, didn't even show up some days. Clearly a dude there for glory and girls. Well, one time we were performing, and one of his girl groupies got up on stage, down on her knees, whipped his G. I. Johnson out, and started going to town. It was funny and sexy at first, but the dude stopped singing, which left us just sitting there, looping the same solo and notes because we didn't want to just end the song. When people got sick of the voyeurism they started booing us, even throwing beer cans, but the singer just flipped everyone off as his groupie kept chugging and slurping on down."<br/><br/>Devon dipped the final piece of that croquette into the sauce. "Now that I think about it, that was the show that..."<em>I met her,</em>is what he had been thinking. He snapped the last bite off the fork before cutting into the next croquette. "That was the last show we performed as a band. Pretty sure the drummer just stopped playing and walked off stage, and after that so did the rest of us. Dude and his groupie got sent off stage by security and finished up in the alley to a small audience. Everyone else felt ripped off for only getting a fraction of a show."<br/><br/>Scooping another bit of sauce onto the next bite, Devon looked back up to Corey.<br/><br/>"Got any stories that match that?" he asked with a smirk.