<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LvAWGgg.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>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Dressing Room -> Kitchen -> En Route to Lunch Date<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Off-white two-piece string bikini, black floral pattern romper with a deep V, beaded leather dress sandals<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan, Mark, mentions JJ and Delaney<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If all mornings started out the way this one did while staying at the villa, Rhonda will gladly go home right now. She had woken up alone in her shared bed with Logan just to be asked to go on a lunch date with another man. The only thing she knew about that guy? He was tattooed everywhere save for maybe the goods, but she couldn't even say that for certain. A shower more out of frustration than necessity, coffee that was maybe an hour old, and brief conversations with other villains by the pool [OOC: don't look for the posts - they don't exist!] led the young girl to where she sat now in the dressing room of the villa. For the last half hour or so she had picked out what to wear for her lunch date and had been fixing her hair. Normally, this wouldn't be something that bothered her, but considering that the only information she had about the date was that it was at a beach, it was at lunch time, and it meant another few hours without the man she was coupled with, she did it all with a bit of a chip on her shoulder.<br/><br/>It wasn't as though Rhonda was in a giant funk and absolutely hateful of her life at the villa because she wasn't with Logan. She knew the game and what was at stake. It was just that she didn't want her Love Island world to be disrupted so early - it hasn't even been a full day! The night before she had gotten along well with Logan, she thought, though it certainly wasn't the kind of romance where their hearts burst out from each other's chest and just started to hump each other. No, definitely not that. Their time together was rather short considering the circumstances that they were under, but that<strong>was</strong>all under their control (and the producers). Him having his breakfast with another girl that no doubt will be trying to entice him followed by her being whisked away to lunch with another boy with the very same intentions wasn't a scenario that screamed Rhogan [OOC: Lohnda? Hmm...] forever.<br/><br/>She was idly brushing the same strands of hair for the past five minutes as she thought about her current Love Island status when her phone buzzed again on the dressing room counter. It was a text (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15034194#msg15034194), again not from Logan, but some guy who looked like a viking and a lumberjack had sex simultaneously with a bear. Call it intuition, a hunch, or just boil it down to the fact that she herself was one as well; Rhonda had zero doubt that this guy was Canadian. An odd thing, that.<br/><br/>Mark the Jacked Viking Bear Man was inviting her to breakfast tomorrow as a villa newcomer. She thought it was rather quick for the show to introduce a bunch of single folk in the first couple of days. It did make sense when she recalled the sudden departure of two of the boys for participating in events that shall not be repeated. Rhonda had begun to type out a text when the time caught her eye on the corner of the screen. "Oooh, fuck! I'm going to be late!" was all she could blurt out as she got up to her feet. The editors can bleep that out later.<br/><br/>Making her way to the front door, Rhonda passed through the kitchen. Or she would have passed through the kitchen if she didn't come across a conversation between two men. Not that she always stops for two men having a chit-chat, but these two men were Logan, the man she was currently coupled with and Mark, the man she had a half-finished text for on her Love Island provided mobile device. It was extra intriguing as it looked like the conversation had conveniently come to an end with Mark tersely making his way out of the kitchen, leaving Logan looking rather stressed.<br/><br/>"Hey," Rhonda started while walking up to her other half. As it stood, anyway. "Did the lumberjack say something mean?" She took the same space by Logan that she did when they were first coupled. This time, she wasn't shy to wrap an arm around his back and completely committed to nestling her head into his chest. "I hope your date was terrible." She laughed, squeezing him as firmly as she could, which would have felt like nothing more than a child doing the same to him. "I wish I could stay, but-" Rhonda lifted up her phone again, waving it this way and that like she had when he first mentioned his breakfast date. "-I've got to run! You're not allowed to have any more fun without me." She let Logan go and moved from the kitchen to the front door. Before turning out of sight, Rhonda spun on her heel once to give Logan a complete look over, hoping to see a man who had the stress lifted off of him. If he was eyeing her, she'd blow him an exaggerated kiss. Otherwise, she'd just continue on her journey to the front door.<br/><br/>Standing by the entrance to the villa, like a bouncer to an out of place bar in Stockholm, was Mark. Rhonda could only assume that he was there waiting for someone. It definitely couldn't be her, she thought, unless this show is run by a bunch of monkeys pulling their names out of hats. She deduced that, much like the other newcomers Delaney and JJ, Mark would also have the opportunity to take three people on meal dates and this was one of them. Rhonda had little time to stand there and talk to him properly, instead spinning around him once to reach the front door. She did stay there for a moment, though.<br/><br/>"Oh, hi Mark! (https://youtu.be/C-IvV8thrO4)" Rhonda said as she was halfway out the door. "I will absolutely go out with you for breakfast tomorrow, by the way! I just can't stay right now!" She didn't elaborate, not for any particular reason other than making herself later. Her phone was waved in the air for the third time today to do the talking about where she was going. It seemed to be her thing. "Don't get into too much trouble until then."<br/><br/>There were a few panicked faces among the crew as Rhonda made her way to her assigned jeep. She was a tad late, perhaps, but she had little sympathy for them. They too were on a cool island with some great weather! The cameraman squished into the backseat with her may have something to genuinely complain about, though. Oh well, off to see JJ!