<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://repeatingislands.files.wordpress.com/2018/01/rob-jnqce5tc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Donavon Adrian Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16028400#msg16028400)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Walking in.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black High tip Nike's with his own number on them, Black socks, jeans, Red boxer briefs, belt, tank top, and baseball jersey<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: People at the party (Lance, Izzy, Chloe, Johnathan, Rosalie, Open)<br/><hr/><br/>Donavon could only wave at the newcomer being polite.  Not like he could greet him, from this far away but he didn’t know him either, had he been closer he might have greeted him like<span class="bbc_u"><em>‘Cheers’ </em></span>that show his uncle used watch all the time or an AA meeting.  Both of which might make him feel self-conscious so he didn’t.<br/><br/>He wondered what was wrong with Chloe, she forgot his name as if he were a nobody rather than Izzy’s ex.  Hell, they didn’t even break up for bad reasons, time just wasn’t on their side!  Didn’t mean he didn’t still want to try?!?  But who knows sometimes what he said could have been taken the wrong way. He couldn’t really fault her completely sometimes his jovialness might come out a bit salty.  It wasn’t his intent but he did notice her glaring at him, causing him to frown a bit.<br/><br/>He noticed the brunette come in and make herself at home, apparently, she knew the drink man.  Which if she did, she couldn’t be all bad.  She wanted to play a getting to know you game it seems. <<"So what does everyone do for a living?">>  He kept silent on that one and dropped one of the shots and sipped a bit more wine.  He had the stamina of an African deity when it came to alcohol and he was not apt to go down that road right now.  Not that he wouldn’t sign an autograph or two, but there were plenty of more famous people in the room than him.  Which was fine by him but he wasn’t going to step out there.<br/><br/>When the woman called ‘Vicki’ Called herself a <serial killer> he snickered cause that was classically awesome.  Who would have ever thought someone that looked like her was a serial killer?  He gave her a thumbs up cause that was just that boss!<br/><br/>Donavon looked back down at the drink man. “Sup playa what can I help you with Donavon, Donavon Chase.  Thanks for the drinks, I will have to return the favor sometime.”  He said rather relaxed open to shaking his hand.  When he mentioned he was a real estate agent.  He nodded.  “Got a card?”  He whispered on the side as he was rarely not looking for investment property.<br/><br/>Yet he welcomed Izzy’s greeting and he wanted to keep her in his arms but that wasn’t this type of part but still.  He watched as she moved away greeting her other guests but was looking forward to seeing her again…later.  If she didn’t have plans already.<br/><br/>Donavon was nothing if not a peacemaker, so he pulled two shots and a glass of wine and made his way over to Chloe.  He knelt next to her so it was just the two of them that could hear<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Whispered</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">“My apologies Chloe, I didn’t mean to be offensive.  I really was just joking.  I am sorry.  Excuse me beautiful, what is your name, I am Donavon Chase, please to make your acquaintance.  I saw you eyeing me over there and I had to just come and meet you.”</span></div></div>He said with a smirk.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">whispered</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">   “Share this shot with me and forgive me…please?”</span></div></div>He brought her a glass of wine if only to cover his bases in case she wasn’t doing shots.<br/><br/>Not at all a Johnathan fan right now, first he all but cops a feel on Izzy right there, then insults him with a poor assed height joke, what is this Middle School, why didn’t he just say<em>‘ how is the air up there?!?’</em>“Than now would be a good time to start that!”  He said with only a taste of mirth to his voice, he didn’t take too well to getting insulted by strangers.  Then his selfish ass takes up most of the couch.  Anyway...again not his part, maybe she was just ok with rude people at her parties.