<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/XMenAvatarRogue04.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Code Name</strong>: Rogue<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Anna Marie<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gambit<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes - which means lots of skin!<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/fIB83dU.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Rogue flipped the page, absorbed in the trails of Marco as he tried to win over the heroine, an extremely helpless woman who he was constantly rescuing, when she heard a familiar whistle. Looking up she was rewarded with the sight of Remy in a very small pair of swim trunks. Damn, why did that boy have to look so good in everything he wore? Behind dark sunglasses she watched him, his easy grace and self-assured confidence. She dog-eared her page and set the book aside for the moment, watching the Cajun.  "Well, well, well. Look like Gambit got lucky; came along and the first person I see? The belle of the ball."<br/><br/>Rogue smirked at his flirtations; the man was too charming for his own good, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. "Sugah, you say that to<em> all</em>the girls," she teased back, returning his smile with one of her own, bright and cheerful, her mood suddenly much better. It was always like that when Gambit came around; there was just a sort of draw to the man that she couldn't resist. Watching him climb onto the diving board, definitely strutting like a peacock, she hoped he wasn't about to hurt himself showing off.<br/><br/>"Don't blink now, chere; you might miss me bein' amazin'."<br/><br/>Playfully rolling her eyes, she lifted her glasses to see him better, taking a moment to enjoy the view. The man probably was diving just to make sure she couldn’t help but notice his attire. With a few bounces, Gambit launched himself in the air, twisting his body around in crazy ways before slipping into the water, smooth as silk. What a show off; she could do that too, though perhaps it was a mite less impressive when you could fly. Soon enough he was climbing out of the pool, his hair wet, water running down his body, and Rogue quickly lowered her sunglasses over her eyes again. Since she'd had her extremely minor breakthrough in controlling her powers, she felt like a teenage girl headed to the prom, eager, nervous, and flushed. It was frustrating that it was still so difficult to do, and she couldn't maintain it long. Still, as the Professor was always telling her, progress was progress. Gambit headed over to her, and was careful to avoid touching her as he sat down next to her. When so scantily clad, she had to be even more careful than normal, though Gambit was well acquainted with what happens when you're not so careful. Rogue would have felt guilty if she hadn’t warned him time and time again.<br/><br/>"You look beautiful today, petite'. Every day you mo' beautiful den' tha last."<br/><br/>"Not lookin’ so bad yerself," she said trying to look nonchalant, but clearly pleased to hear the flattery. People were always warning her that he was a huge flirt and she needed to be more careful around him, but they didn't understand. It was like denying the sun. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she relaxed back in the chair. “Awful quiet around here lately,” she idly remarked, assuming by now the man was restless.<br/>