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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

The term 'bumpkin' had always made him laugh. Which, in this case, still made him chuckle. "Yes, all in the name of fun." He agreed with a nod, looking to the waiter as he asked if he wanted more Sangria. What kind of question was that? "Yes," He mumbled, looking back to Chey to answer her question. He had a lot to not mention, and very little to actually tell. Hmm, where to start.

"I grew up in Quebec, moved to Vegas after I graduated high school....got a job, started college...that's about it." He said with a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing interesting, though I do prefer here over Quebec. Even though it's a lot hotter here, there's less snow." Which was very true. It got old having to shovel snow every couple of hours. At least it was almost always warm in Vegas. "There's a lot of interesting people here, and a hell of a lot of tourists."

Devon was almost relieved when the food arrived; talking about himself never ended very well. Girls usually ended up running. He wasn't all rainbows and butterflies on the inside. "Finally, I'm starving!"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Chey leaned forward as he spoke, soaking up every word about this mysterious boy, like any curious person would do.

"Quebec, that's Canada, right? I'm not very, geographically savvy." She said with an eye-roll and a dramatic hand gesture. High school had been a blur of girls, boys, and stranger's beds for her, something she hadn't really improved on since her move to a bigger city. She knew that she lived in Nevada, and Cali was West of here, Mexico was South, and Montana was North. Those were all she really cared about.

"What line of work are you in? I can't see you flipping burgers," Chey asked, with a teasing grin. The mental image of the beautiful boy in a starchy uniform and tacky hat made her giggle out loud. No, he was probably a nicely paid intern or something that he could afford going to a place like this and not have to file for bankruptcy like Chey would.

The food showed up, almost cutting off the conversation with it's abrupt timing, which Devon seemed slightly pleased about. It was understandable. Even with a half-full stomach, one glance at the food had her mouth watering. It looked divine.

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

"Yes, the Quebec province, but I lived in Montreal, which is near Vermont. Far too much snow, but I did love living in Montreal." The thought of all that damned snow made him shudder slightly. Never again did he want to shovel snow, but he had a feeling he'd end up moving back and retiring there. At least then he'd have a reason to hire some kid to do the work for him. Ah yeah, the life of the retired was divine...

Ah, she asked about work. Shit. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he sighed. "For awhile I worked on cars," Or you know, stole them. "then I started doing some translation stuff, since apparently there's a severe lack," which was completely true. "Now I'm in school and not doing a whole lot of work, I still do some car stuff though." Devon explained. It was true, just, he left some details out. That wasn't such a bad thing, right?

"Oh, fantastic. Let me know how you like it,"

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