<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 then Villa Living Room<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, Devon | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She offered Grace an impish grin, another shrug and considered whether her mess was on the downslope or just hitting a crescendo. Time would tell. For now she finished building the second sandwich, spooned a variety of other lunch items onto the plate and carefully cut the cupcake in half.<br/><br/>“I try.” she laughed, “Sometimes I fail, but I do try...I’ll see you later.”<br/><br/>Honest was the best policy, and at least she could recognize deflection when she saw it? Not that it seemed to stop her from doing it.<br/><br/>“And hey...thanks.” she raised the plate, complete with cupcake and set off for the living room with her booty..err..plunder well in hand.<br/><br/>Delaney had a unique propensity for shit. Getting herself into it at least. Perhaps it was even that innate talent that had brought her here like a moth to flame, if there was ever a place better situated for getting yourself into uniquely untenable social situations she hadn’t seen it. It was the entire foundation of the game.<br/><br/>Somehow, Devon didn’t strike her as the sort of man that shared her skill set. He seemed genuinely down to Earth, and his secret had resonated deeply enough that she didn’t take him for a man with time for drama.<br/><br/>Yet he was here. Same as her.<br/><br/>“Hey there…”<br/><br/>She greeted him as she crossed the living room.<br/><br/>“Do you mind if I join you? I come bearing gifts…”<br/><br/>A warm smile tugged at the corner of her lips.<br/><br/>“Yes, it’s a cupcake with a poo emoji on it...but I have it on good authority that it doesn’t taste like shit…”<br/>