<strong>Slade Wilson A.K.A. Deathstroke The Terminator, on the beach</strong><br/><br/>Slade had taken in the view of the ocean and turned on the spot, his one good eye taking in the resort proper. The main building dominated the view, a plethora of individuals wandering around. Some adorned in very standard beachwear, some wearing swimwear versions of their trademark costumes, some just wearing the costume itself and some not wearing anything at all. Slade brought the glass he was holding to his mouth and sipped on the bourbon on the rocks. He had to credit the folks who put this shindig together, they got the good stuff.<br/><br/>With slow steps The Terminator walked up the beach, towards everything else that was going on. He analyzed everything that fell into his sphere of notice, just about everything tended to fall into that sphere. Dent had approached Harley, Slade wouldn't help put wonder would Harley decide to flip a coin on whether to get crazy on his dick or not. Drake & Sandsmark, that probably happened when Herogasm<em>wasn't</em>going on. Never mind on the hero & villain week of no-strings debauchery. Most impressive in his sphere of notice however was the White Queen.<em>Emma. Grace. Frost.</em>5'10 and 144 lbs, World-Class telepath, one of the X-men's leaders, Chairperson of the board of directors and Chief Executive of Frost International, not to mention a Certified Sex Therapist. The quintessential blonde beauty wrapped in a smoldering sex appeal that simply pulsed with the confidence that she knew it.<br/><br/>Slade finished his drink and placed the glass on the tray of a passing waiter with instructions to return to him with another. A moment later confident steps carried him towards the X-men's resident sex symbol. He didn't cross the distance as the crow flies, instead moving through the water first to cool himself off.<em>~Emma Frost.~</em>Slade didn't say it, he thought it while he was in the water, emerging from under it and wiping the clear, refreshing water from his face.<em>~You're a hard woman not to notice.~</em>he turned his head towards her slightly, so his good eye could appreciate the view she put on display.<em>~The name's Slade~</em>