<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat.  (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She laughed at mention of the turd cupcake and shrugged. Working with a bunch of roughneck men made her more or less immune to the gross factor of shit jokes.<br/><br/>“That’s awesome, I’m really excited it went well.”<br/><br/>At mention of her own shit Delaney groaned and reached for another bite of her sandwich for good measure. There was a part of her that wasn’t prepared to take her own good advice, though she supposed if Grace could do it with such poise and good humor so could she.<br/><br/>“Yeah, you’re right.”<br/><br/>It was definitely a concession, and a mildly self deprecating one at that.<br/><br/>“I was thinking I might go check on Devon in order to avoid it a bit longer.” she laughed softly, Devon had had a hell of a time of it and she couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of half of a cupcake.<br/><br/>Because chocolate solved all sorts of woes.<br/><br/>“But after that I promise to be a mature, well-adjusted adult and come find you so we can gossip about my failings as a romantic partner? And also how terrible men are.”<br/>