<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/81/c6/0981c67ec551a6232362aec57daeedcc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey (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, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bed - > Competition<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured with cargo shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone present<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>When the music started blaring, Corey started awake, finding himself alone in the bed once again and hoping that there was not another set of dates for Grace to be on.  If so, he was pretty sure someone was getting disappointed.  Clapping his hands over his ears, Corey prayed that the music would stop as soon as possible.  While the producers had kept him and Devon from overdoing it last night, the combination of the warm weather and the amount he had been able to consume was enough to give Corey a splitting headache.<br/><br/>“Damaged.”  Corey muttered to himself, stumbling from the bed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face as soon as possible.  “The only thing about to get bloody Damaged is that loudspeaker.  Hitting the shower, Corey had time for a quick cleanup, a change of clothes, and simply grabbed a bagel on his way through the kitchen and off to the competition area.   A quick glance his phone revealed to Corey that this competition was for just the guys, which didn’t alleviate any worries.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once in the arena of doom, Corey took his place in front of his light blue chest, and wondered what could possibly be in there.  Looking up as Caroline sexily sauntered in, Corey paid close attention to her words as opposed to her neckline, a smile growing on his face as she began her explanation.<br/><br/><em>An equation.  Oh, these boys are in trouble now…</em>Corey thought, having always been good at math.<br/><br/>Sadly, as soon as his confidence spiked, it was immediately dashed to the sharp rocks below.  A puzzle.  Corey was utterly and completely rubbish at puzzles.  Remarkably so.  Design a puzzle, sure.  But look at the pieces someone else made and put them together? Well, his mind just didn’t work that way.<br/><br/>Trying to snap out of it, Corey tensed as Caroline reached to rip down the cover over the board, and immediately groaned.  How old was Grace?!  It had never come up!  Who ASKED something like that?!  In a full fledged panic now, if he couldn’t get this part right, he had zero chance, Corey just started multiplying numbers and trying combo.<br/><br/>“21 times 23, minus 4 is 479.  Nope,  shit”<br/><br/>“22 times 23, minus 4 is...502!  No.  Fuck.”<br/><br/>“23 times 23, minus 4 is 525.  Yes!”<br/><br/>With his chest finally open, Corey dug out his puzzle pieces and ran for the podium, only to see every other male already working on it, and Owen was nearly done!   Slamming his pieces down, Corey dropped on, hurrying to pick it up and get started.  Drowning out the sound of contestant after contestant puzzling and finishing, Corey struggled mightily, but in the end he did finally get his puzzle together.  Looking up, it was just as he had feared.<br/><br/>Dead last.<br/><br/><br/>