<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, Grace<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>Standing back, and taking a few chomps out of his hot dog,  Corey found to his surprise that he didn’t mind watching Devon and Grace interact.  Maybe it was precisely because of what Devon said, that the guys here would all be putting up some facade to try and impress the girls (welcome to school 2.0), and it seemed like the big American bloke was just being genuine.  Well, either that or his facade was so good that Corey couldn’t even SEE it.  That kind of thinking would drive you insane, of course.  Instead, Corey just enjoyed the moment, laughing out loud at Devon ands Grace’s comments about favorites.<br/><br/>“Devon is my favorite BRO, I meant.”  Corey laughed, emphasizing the word and trying to give it the meathead inflection it deserved.  “Although, if that was my thing…”  He continued, before waggling his brows.  “But yeah, no.  I’m the one you all should be worried about getting stolen away.  You know, I’m going to be right sad when I realize I was in an accident or something and find none of this is real and that I was in a coma.”<br/><br/>At Grace’s recount of the date, Corey scowled and once more felt his internal temperature rising, although this time it was with the dreaded Dwyer temper, the one that caused him to run his mouth and act irrationally.  What kind of dude yelled at someone on a date for being honest?  Taking a vicious bite of his dog, Corey thought about it, and the answer was distressingly clear.  Lots of jerks did.  Lots of guys took rejection real badly, and lashed out at the woman in some way to try and take back ‘power’.  He’d seen it too many times.  “Well, at least it’s over now, so you both can hopefully move on.”  Corey replied, but looking at Grace’s expression, he could tell this wasn’t a subject that she wanted to dwell on, so he was glad for Devon changing the subject.<br/><br/>“What? Rubbish at athletics?  Looking like that in a bikini?” Corey asked incredulous, his mouth moving faster than his brain since he was still trying to cool that rising temper.  “I mean, I mean you look<em>fit</em>so I would assume that…”  Not making it at ALL better, Corey instead turned to Devon.  “We accept your challenge.  Now quick, get us in the water so I can hurry up and drown in embarrassment.”<br/>