<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Stretching, warming up, catching up.<br/><hr/><br/>There was always one benefit to spending some time with Salem, Rogue thought to herself. Rarely did she need to do a lot of talking. And that was just fine with her--she wasn't, after all, the most social of butterflies. Talking wasn't her strong suit, especially about herself. In Rogue's opinion it was better to listen and chime in on occasion, and when it came to Salem, well...In her honest opinion, the girl didn't get out nearly enough. Did she even hang out with anyone else? The girl was pretty, and smart, there was no reasons he couldn't have more friends. Some people could be put off by her sheer drive, but...Eh, to each their own there. Salem could come off as a bit intense...<br/><br/>But now her thoughts were drifting, and with a slight huff, Rogue centered them again. Salem was always talkative, and it let her have a chance to just listen and relax with someone without worrying overmuch about social queues and niceties.<br/><br/>"Mhm...If ya say so, love," Rogue just teased Salem lightly as the girl defended her day-to-day schedule. Her stretching wasn't going as in-depth as Salem's, but she did continue. Her dexterous and flexible body was on display that September evening, as the boys and men of the campus (and the occasional closeted Scottish werewolf) missed the display of two beautiful young women stretching and showing off. It was an odd dichotomy for Rogue. She was incredibly comfortable with her body, despite her body being an awful curse. And she enjoyed people watching and staring at her, playing up the age old adage of "look, don't touch" to cruel effect. It was just shame that was the way it had to be, for the rest of her life...<br/><br/>Salem discussing her opinion on the boys though, and offering teasing and tantalizing hints at her preferences, kept Rogue's mind from wandering down that dark and dangerous path though. She laughed softly as Salem admitted she wanted to be a real teacher's pet, and Rogue could only give her an approving wink at the joke.<br/><br/>"Mmm, I like your style, Salem," she giggled lightly, "But if y'become a X-Man, can't really be a pet, now can ya? You'd be on their level, doll," she teased, grinning at Salem. But she nodded in agreement with some of the thoughts offered on males around. There were some interesting ones, that was for sure. Though the mention of Bishop earned the girl an arched brow. Well, she suspected she knew where Salem's tastes lied now. "Hm, well, once y' go black...Just the old grump, though? Not Ororo? She's quite a sight..."<br/><br/>Of course, as soon as she opened her mouth, the question rebounded back on her. For a moment, Rogue blinked, looking shocked she had actually been asked. She snickered after a moment, shaking her head as she tried to mask the brief wave of sadness that washed over her face. It was hard to keep out of her eyes, though, before she sighed and stood.<br/><br/>"Shug, I know better than t' go and torture myself with that kinda thing..." she sighed, looking down at her hands briefly. "There definitely be some pretty boys an' gals around here though...Y'know, I'll get some tennis balls for us/" An obvious escape from the current topic, though as she walked forward and passed Salem, on a whim, her hand swung back as Salem stretched in her yoga poses--giving two quick, teasing pats to Salem's firm backside. "You be one of them, love," she teased, before moving to the bench and getting a few balls to start with, before collecting up her racket and moving to her side of the court, bouncing some off of the court top and catching them to warm her reflexes up.