<strong>Slade, on the beach with Emma</strong><br/><br/>Slade only had one eye, but it noticed everything. Including Emma noticing the size of The Terminator in his trunks. Slade didn't weight 225 lbs in muscle to compensate, it was a work requirement so to speak. She offered a spot to sit next to her and Deathstroke wasn't going to pass it up. He emerged from the water, his confident stride carrying him the short distance until he was at the lounge chair beside her own. Taking the offered seat Slade laid himself out with one elbow propping him up. The sun could dry him off for a moment. "I do my research."<br/><br/>With excellent timing the waiter returned with his drink. Deathstroke accepted the drink and held it for a moment. "I'll keep that in mind." he was sure Emma could bite when she wanted too. [colour=orange]"Plan on spending long getting a tan?"[/colour] It would be a shame if she got a tan line.<br/><br/><br/><br/>