<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/2a/44/f52a4492781a66d2f30f6a155f0eac60.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the lawn, beside a tree<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue, Robert, Rahne, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having a picnic with friends.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I'm sure you could find someone to dig a hole for you. I mean, there's plenty of strong men around here who would look great all covered with sweat with no shirt on, huh?"</strong>she teased with a wink and a nudge. Cam loved feasting her eyes upon those she could not have. Sure, she could technically have sex with someone if she wanted to, but she had no interest in doing so. Sex was nothing in her mind without passion. And passion was nothing without kissing. The feel of someone's hand in your hair, pulling you close; A fiery, fervent kiss that warms your entire body... That's what she wanted. And since she couldn't have that, even the thought of going through the motions of sex was uninteresting to her. But she surely had no problem feasting her eyes upon such attractive individuals.<br/><br/><strong>"Why do you always call him that? Does he even like being called that?"</strong>she asked with a giggle as Rogue mentioned their friend Roberto, who was quite the handsome devil.<strong>"I like his name. It rolls off the tongue so nicely, don't you think? Roberto."</strong>She said his name like she was saying it in Spanish. It was a beautiful language and she had taken three years of it in school, but still barely knew any of it. All she knew was she could pronounce the words very well, whether she knew what they meant or not. That was enough to satisfy her. It sounded sexy.<br/><br/><strong>"He and Rahne should be coming to join us soon. Have you met Rahne?"</strong>It was hard for her to keep track of which of her friends knew her other friends. She always had a tendency to make so many that it was impossible to keep track of who all knew who.<strong> "She's very quiet. Shy girl. She's pretty, though. She's got a sweet-looking face. Like the face of a girl who visits her grandmother every weekend, y'know?"</strong>Still laying in the grass, she bent her knees and crossed one over the other, bouncing her foot a bit.<strong>"I think she's like Scottish or something. Probably explains why she's so sweet; Americans can be so crude sometimes."</strong><br/><br/>She couldn't help but smile and glance up to Rogue as the girl nudged her leg. It was good to see that the conversation was helping her friend's mood a bit.<strong>"An art class sounds like a good idea." She had no idea who around would be interested, though. "Maybe I could do one of those nude model classes where everyone has a canvas and charcoal or whatever,"</strong>she mentioned with a smile at the thought of people drooling and unable to focus. She loved the attention. Cam bit her lower lip as she thought for a bit before rolling over and sitting back on her legs with her hands in front of her, fingers intertwined in the soft grass.<strong>"You think Roberto would wanna take some pictures of me?"</strong>she asked with a smirk. She loved teasing that boy.