<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/cf/15/a8cf1558e42adc710dfc4e8dbc943f2f.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue | Roberto de Costa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the lawn, beside a tree<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Thursday, September 7th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having a picnic with friends.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>"Ugh...Cam, you're not helpin'..." Rogue sighed as Caam turned the teasing back around on her. The last thing she needed to think about now was another hot body. Between the blonde the idea of more hot and sweaty bodies, she was going to end up thinking about how hot and sweaty she had gotten with Heather, and--<br/><br/>--Damn it!<br/><br/>"Hell if Ah know," Rogue shrugged, trying to change her thought track as Cam brought up the sun-powered mutant mutual friend of theirs. "Better the nickname than the case of blue balls you give him all the time." Snickering, she sighed, and just shifted a bit. Roberto was nice enough. Too nice, in her opinion, a regular Casanova. Harmless overall, though. There were certainly worse men than him around the mansion. If it weren't for Cam, she probably would never hang out with him though. But the next name that came up caught her attention. "Hm, nah, not really...Seen her around, she was in the lounge readin' when that Salvation newscast came on. She been gettin' picked on a lot lately too, I hear..."<br/><br/>As Cam expressed some approval in the idea of the art class though, perhaps even nude modeling, Rogue just started laughing. It wasn't mocking laughter, just...highly entertained laughter. The poor, poor boys in that class...and some girls, sure, but oh those poor boys...<br/><br/>"Hah, Cam, Ah think you're evil sometimes..." she chuckled. "But you gonna have to ask Roberto, I don't know."<br/><br/>"Ask Roberto what?" the cherry, Latin-tinged voice of the man in question came. Joining the two girls, he plopped himself down on Cam's blanket without waiting for an invite. After all, she had invited him out here, so he figured that the place to sit was already set. "You girls talking about me?"<br/><br/>"Hardly," Rogue scoffed, just to dent his ego. Roberto rolled his eyes, though, and looked to the blonde that was laying down. "Hey there,<em>gata</em>, looking good as always...Need some climate control, or you good?" he asked with a grin. He knew that Cam was, so sadly, off limits. She was gorgeous, and he couldn't quite understand her decision to not have fun all because she couldn't kiss...But, such was her choice. She still showed off, so he could enjoy the show at least. And her issues with temperature often meant he had an excuse to touch her--innocently, of course.