<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.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, 2019 | After Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Erm, no one, apparently<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Nooo, not the manbun!" Devon quietly joked as Elsa piled his hair atop a head. His eyebrows then rose as she noted her never having heard of Hanson, but before he could comment on her fortune she was discussing how she wanted to braid his hair. His eyebrows raised as she detailed all kinds of things he wasn't even certain how to visualize, save for Ragnar Lothbrok. He hadn't watched the show recently, but he was certainly familiar with Vikings. He was also familiar with how badly Lezzy's other half, Monica, wanted Ragnar Lothbrok to take his axe to her slit. Nonetheless, Devon was a bit surprised to feel Elsa's finger caressing his jaw line. He didn't jump, though. Instead, he felt himself relaxing into the soft caress, his smile growing just a bit more from the feel of it.<br/><br/>As her fingers began to work and tug on the strands of his hair, he closed his eyes, simply enjoying the feeling of a woman's fingers in his scalp and combing through the locks. He rose his eyebrows once more as she brought up a confession, and for a moment he was worried she was going to say something awful about the competition or the show. Worst would have been if she had something to say about his secret. Instead, she began to just spill out all kinds of information regarding what they<em>didn't</em>know about vikings, and Devon's grin returned.<br/><br/>He hoped that she was feeling better, because if this was a mask then she was painfully good at hiding her true emotions. It was interesting to compare Elsa to the talkative girls that had a tendency to come to the bar, most of them so focused on the ego, themselves, and desperately trying to impress others. The blonde instead to simply be more comfortable vocalizing her thoughts as they ran through her mind, keeping little to herself, and even sharing what random knowledge popped into her head. One might call it disarming, but for Devon, he was willingly lowering his guard. It was hard to feel self-conscious around someone that was just so freely themselves.<br/><br/>Her sudden shift in position, her face looking to his,<em>did</em>startle him slightly, but not too noticeably that she'd have caught on. He opened his mouth to answer her question about Crossfit -- not that it mattered, since if she'd mentioned it she had done so with Red while he wasn't paying attention -- but before he could she was back to work on his hair. He smiled and chuckled, listening to her relate her experience... okay,<em>now</em>she was talking about herself, but she wasn't a braggart. So once more he returned to bartender mode, closing his eyes once more as his senses instead focused on her fingers and her voice.<br/><br/>This time he felt her weight shift, her eyes looking into his. And here it was. The big question of why he was here.<br/><br/>Suddenly he felt his stomach sink, though he wasn't really sure why at first. He'd already explained it to others, right?<br/><br/>"Those two questions have very different answers," he smiled at her. "I'm here because I lost a bet. A former contestant came into the bar and tried to make a big deal about her flash-in-the-pan experience on a reality TV show, and I wasn't having none of it." He looked forward again, recalling the night. "She wasn't one to back down from a challenge, though. Came back at me all smiles, and finally made a bet. If she beat me at a game of pool, then she and the rest of the bar would immediately begin working on my application. But if<em>I</em>won-"<br/><br/>He paused, the smile suddenly fading. That's why his stomach sank. Back home, with people that knew him, it seemed harmless. Yet he recalled the look on Elsa's face when Mark's secret had been revealed, and... well, he wasn't sure quite what this girl's values were. She was quite flirtatious, and she certainly dressed sexily, but suddenly, in this environment, in this situation, he felt... trashy. There was also the matter of his secret, and how his bet seemed to completely contradict what his secret said of his character.<br/><br/>Devon let out a sudden huff of breath. He'd have to have a heart-to-heart with himself to figure out why he'd agreed to the bet anyway. What made it seem like such a good idea at the time.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I lost, clearly," he said, slipping the smile back onto his face. "As to what I want out of this place?" His eyes scanned his surroundings of the Villa. The pool, the bedding, the building itself and all that it contained, those who slumbered inside. "Well, I had it in my head I was just going to be the counter-culture contrarian, having a good time and refusing to play this place's game, but now... I dunno. This morning kind of did a number on me, ya know?" He chewed on his lower lip as his eyes turned to the stars above. "Cleo asked me about looking for my Cinderella here on the first night, and I went into a tangent about how you don't<em>find</em>love, it just happens. I've been skeptical about it, but now I kind of feel like papa bear to Corey and Grace, I guess. They seem like such good kids, too good for the grinder this show's about to put them through."<br/><br/>He gave another heavy sigh, his head suddenly turning to his lap. "I mean, I guess that's what pisses me off about this place right now. It's all talk talk talk talk talk about finding love, but with that cash incentive and the elimination angle they're going to do their best to try and tear a couple like Corey and Grace apart, right?" His arms suddenly brought his knees closer to his chest. "This isn't a show about love, it's a show about heart break, and that just..."<br/><br/>His mind flashed back to that image of her through the crack in the doorway, topless, watching the serpentine manner in which her spine writhed as her palm pressed to her headboard, his bandmate's fingers caressing her waist, down to her hips...<br/><br/>"It's bullshit to<em>make</em>people feel that when you're luring them in with promises of love, ya know?"