<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>Devon | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her handshake was firm and assured. The handshake of a woman that had no qualms standing toe to toe with strong men, and didn’t rely upon her gender to have the advantage. Not that it hurt, only that a charming grin and displaying her assets to best effect wasn’t the only tool in the tool box.<br/><br/><em>“A pleasure to meet you Devon. Even though you clearly don’t appreciate my dessert first mentality.”</em><br/><br/>Delaney grinned, wiped a few stray crumbs from her chest, licked the frosting from her lips and handed the plate with the full sandwich to him despite the fact that he had waved the chip at her with such accusation!<br/><br/><em>“All yours.” </em><br/><br/>As he took the plate she re-positioned to sitting cross-legged on the couch and continued eating her cupcake, because priorities.<br/><br/>He seemed like a well meaning guy and he smiled easily, which she appreciated. It was especially notable given the tumultuous finish to the competition a short time earlier.<br/><br/><em>“It was the candid camera boner during a slow dance secret.” </em><br/><br/>Her grin taking a more waggish slant.<br/><em><br/>“You seem like a pretty low key guy, and sure it was embarrassing but it isn’t way out in left field. Not like that JJ guy or something.” </em><br/><br/>She laughed. JJ’s secret mirrored her own and it seemed as though he just might be the other half of her soul. The extensively tatted, bad side. They didn’t have a romantic connection, but they had a surprising number of things in common.<br/><br/>As for Devon’s secret, that’s where she faltered. He seemed upbeat and present within their conversation and she was torn immediately between asking him about it and avoiding the topic altogether. She didn’t want to seem inconsiderate for not asking, but she also didn’t want to interject herself into something he’d rather not talk about.<br/><br/>For the moment, she settled for commandeering one of the chips from his plate, and giving a brief enough pause that should he wish to broach the topic it would be comfortable.<br/>