Rogue stared at the ceiling from her place draped across John's bed. He was out at the moment so she was stuck there with Bobby, who, as usual, was absorbed in a book and no fun at all. Typical. He was only fun if provoked or if he had a couple drinks in him. What was he reading, anyways? A Biology textbook. God help that poor boy. She loved him but he could be boring as hell sometimes. Unless you asked John, who thought Hell sounded interesting. You know what, she thought, he needs some lightening up. For himself and whoever he ended up with. Rogue stood, making her way over to him. He didn't even notice, he was so wrapped up in his book. How was that possible? She grabbed it from him and froze when she got a look at the contents of the pages he'd been looking at. This was definitely not Bio. She flipped a couple pages back and came face to face with a picture of Charisma Carpenter, almost naked, underneath the word PLAYBOY. This explains a lot, she thought, frozen in place. Bobby's face was red as a tomato and hilarious to see. This tableau was the scene John walked in on, his arms full of bags, probably containing stuff he wasn't supposed to have. He kicked the door shut behind him and deposited the stuff on his bed,
"Hey guys, What's going on?"
No answer. He turned towards them and, noticing Rogue was staring at something in the book, walked over. "Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you to ask before you take my stuff?"
"Perverts! Both of you!" Rogue finally spoke, pulling the magazine out of the textbook and making her way over to a chair.
"Rogue, if you don't mind, can I have my magazine?" "Hey! I was reading that!" The boys spoke, all at once.
"No. It's mine now, and it's going straight to the paper shredder." She answered.
John spoke first while Bobby stared at the textbook Rogue had dropped in his lap,
"That magazine was $20.00."
"I don't care if it was a million dollars." Rogue replied stubbornly, her accent starting to make itself known.
"Alright, you can have it but I'm going to need something in return." John sensed an opportunity.
"What?" Rogue asked, wary of John's 'bargains' but curious nonetheless.
John grinned, his eyes lighting up mischievously. "I want pictures of you naked."
Rogue stood and strutted towards John, making him think he had a chance. When she was standing right in front of him, quick as a wink, she slapped him. Hard enough to leave a mark, a bright red handprint on his cheek.
"Well, it was worth a try." John chuckled weakly, cupping his cheek.
THE END