<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/daSQ0jT.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Montreal, Quebec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 - Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard -> Bathroom -> Bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan, mentions all the males present Day 1 | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The two of them could have just talked about Christmas all day long if Rhonda didn't know any better. Hearing Logan double down on her tropical shirt idea made her smile. Truth be told, Rhonda's family was rather small and Christmas was a tiny, cozy affair rather than a big production that she knew it could be. She found herself wondering what Christmas would be like in the Thurston household and, to a lesser degree, wondered if Logan's parents would approve of having someone of a different descent at the dining room table over the holidays. Canadians can be trouble.<br/><br/>The curious tilt of her head was hard to ignore when Logan spoke about The Sims under his own terms. Rhonda was certain that she could keep up with him if he started talking about Simoleons, all of the ways to Woohoo, and if he tried to influence pregnancies by having his Sims eat fruit. The PC talk? Not so much.<br/><br/>"Honest!" Rhonda replied to Logan suggesting she was just buttering him up by saying she'd have stepped up for him and only him. An index finger drew an X over her chest. "Cross my heart and hope to die." It really was true. That Owen guy looked like he was more interested in tearing things in half than her. Devon, dead pigeons. James carried himself in an odd way that she couldn't put her finger on. Corey was more on the cute side, which was further proven right by his reaction to being chosen first by Grace. John and Terry? Well, the least said about them the better. All that left was the wildcard, in many respects, JJ. Rhonda thought that if she treated him badly, he'd wear her name on his arm sleeve as a reminder of how awful she is.<br/><br/>Rhonda squinted at Logan suspiciously when he said that he wasn't much of a reader despite being a writer. She thought it may have been more of a hobby turned job deal, where the joy is sucked out of an activity if you get paid for it. It didn't quite seem that way as he justified his reasoning, but that was the closest thing that Rhonda could relate to.<br/><br/>Not that she was tired of standing beside cars and eating food on YouTube.<br/><br/>"Game of Thrones, huh? You know nothing, Logan Thurston." Rhonda made her reference through a yawn. The physical drain of getting to the villa seemed to have made an agreement with the emotional drain of the coupling. Her sudden bout of tiredness was almost on cue as Logan suggested that it might actually be bed time. Or Bedfordshire, as he put it. Will she ever get used to how painfully English he is? Not wanting to think too much about it, she stood up from her seat and rounded Logan. A hand pawed his one shoulder and was dragged along it to the other one as she moved about.<br/><br/>"Yeah... I'd love to spend all night with you here but I think you'd be talking to a zombie in a couple of minutes." Her hand left him then. "Can you give me a head start? I don't want to spoil you before we climb into bed together." Not waiting for an answer, Rhonda made her way into the villa after grabbing her LI phone. "You still owe me fifteen questions!" Plus or minus 2.<br/><br/>With surprising ease, she made her way from the backyard to the bathroom. It was, thankfully at the time, empty. Not that she was actively avoiding interacting with any of the other residents, it was just that her social batteries were running on empty. She turned on the sink and kicked off her heels, then smiled to herself before giving the bathroom a quick look over. Was there a bathtub about and a glass of red wine? Ending the day properly and smelling nice for bed would be a dream.<br/><br/>Face off, heels in hand, Rhonda stepped into the bedroom. Her shoes almost hit the ground in a noisy clash of leather against tile, but catching sight of another couple comfortably in bed stopped her. Instead, she gently padded her way to what she thought was her and Logan's bed. Finding what clothing she brought with her to the villa nearby confirmed she made the right choice. Quietly, though as quick as possible, Rhonda gathered her pajamas and changed in the room adjacent. Maneuvering around everyone was going to be an interesting challenge.<br/><br/>Once comfortable again in clothing she was more familiar with, Rhonda ventured back to the bedroom and sat above the sheets on her and Logan's bed. She thought for a moment if she should try to look enticing for him, but with her sudden tiredness and the other nearby couple, she opted to just quietly set her previously worn clothing where it belonged and stretched to plop her phone on her side of the bed. Real hot.