<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/312642718/original.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey Dwyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>London, UK<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, Lunch Time (1pm)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown with Swim Trunks (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61np2xaU5UL._UX679_.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon - Open<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>After his talk with Samantha, Corey would have been lying if he said that she didn’t put a few thoughts into his head.   Everyone was here for a game, technically, right?  Really, there was 50K on the line, and that could be a life changing amount of money if you applied it right, so there was a very real possibility that there were people who were here for that and that alone.<br/><br/>Then again, this wasn’t Survivor or Big Brother either, was it?  This was LOVE Island, and while the money was supposed to be an incentive (or was it a reward) really the point of all of this was to see if you could find another person to connect to, not to try and get the strongest tossed off, or make alliances or whatever.  It wouldn’t pay to ignore such things, sometimes people did crazy and terrible things for money, but he’d be damned if HE would concentrate on such things, even if it meant he ended up going home.  At the end of all of this, he planned to face everyone he knew with his head held proudly.<br/><br/>With that decided, Corey left the shower, dressing in another simple T-shirt and his swimmers before heading back down through the villa to see if anything was afoot.  Looking around, Corey spotted no platinum haired girls about, but as he reached the kitchen area the unmistakable smell of grilled meat reached his nostrils and sent his stomach to rumbling.  Entering, Corey spotted the burgers first and the big Islander that made them second.  Heading right over, food was the one place Corey was never shy, Corey started to throw a burger together for himself.<br/><br/>“Fuck all, mate, you made all this?” Corey marvelled, deciding the fellow’s double stacked burger looked like just the thing.  “Don’t take it the wrong way, but you just became my favorite bloke.”  He laughed, before he extended a hand out Devon’s way.  “Corey by the way. Corey Dwyer.  Don’t think we got to talk yet, what with all the meet and sleep-together business.”  Corey joked, the last words muffled as he had already taking a bite of his burger.<br/>