<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Just his boxers. And completely shameless about that fact.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open,<strong>Adriano</strong>,<strong>Jules</strong>, Star, Demi, Blake<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     <strong>"Well I'll just have to wait till you're gone and the Muff-man decides to share that hammock with me."</strong> Jason said to Jules, liking her idea of a hammock - even if he likely wouldn't get to use it often. He took another drink from his beer as he watched the pool-play between Star and Demi develop a bit further. <em>Those two deserve each other</em> - he thought merrily to himself as Demi pranked back Star by nabbing her top. <br/><br/>     He let out a short laugh before Adriano commented in his direction and he nodded in agreement. <strong>"Yeah, I think you're right."</strong> he replied.<br/><br/>     Jason noticed Marcellus get up and take off in the direction of the garage - likely to start early tuning up his car. All of their vehicles were also daily drivers for the most part, so everyone had different amounts of additional tuning that went into a race-day. Jason had his old beat up Yamaha motorcycle that he usually put miles on, instead of his WRX - but it seemed to be breaking down more and more often. He really needed to spend a weekend and several hundred dollars getting the bike back into daily-riding shape... but he really didn't have either of those things at the moment. He tinkered with it when he could and rode it when it was cooperative, but the fuel line was giving him issues and he didn't have time to fuck with it since everyone started moving in the past week.<br/><br/>     It didn't take long for Blake to pick up her things and head off too - she had put in more work hours today than most of them, so that made sense. He watched as she walked by, lifting his hand in an impromptu wave as she headed inside. There was something about her that he always seemed to gravitate towards - different than the other three women. Other than Star - who he'd practically grown up with, he'd known the other three girls for about the same amount of time. Blake though, he'd had tons in common with. Unlike the rough start that Star had gotten off to with the dark-haired woman, Jason had gotten along with her immediately. <br/><br/>     He spent a lot of time in the bar she worked at ever since he'd gotten back from the military, and had been more of a gentleman to her than most of her clients ever were. Perhaps he was just too busy battling his own demons to bother with seeking out new relationships, but either way the two had hit things off right. Once he ran into her at their local gym and realized how much of a fitness buff she was - they started working out together regularly. Though with the move this past week, neither of them had met up for their usual weekly routine. Assuming the race went somewhat normally and she seemed lively enough after - he planned on seeing if she was up for going on a run after they got back.<br/><br/>     Jason would go with or without her. He could never last more than a week between a run or workout without getting extremely irritable and it had already been several days. He didn't mind running alone, but he preferred the company; it kept his mind off the past - which usually led to trouble more often than not. <br/><br/>     He took another drink from his beer and looked back towards the pool at Star and Demi, <strong>"Pretty soon you're going to have a whole new outfit Demi!"</strong> he shot out with a laugh. Those two were just crazy. Crazy, but thoroughly entertaining at the same time. When they were at the top of their game, he couldn't keep up with either one of them - at least off the track anyways.<br/><br/>     Jason glanced over at his Subaru, tempted to pop the hood and get to work - but he still had a beer to finish. He took another drink before commenting in Jules direction, <strong>"You're not getting any winnings if you can't get around Marc tonight - he looks focused today."</strong> Jason didn't know Marcellus all that well, but he definitely seemed different today, sharper... hungry to win. That was another benefit of this group they'd assembled - beyond the obvious perks of saving money and collaborating on their passion for racing - there were plenty of healthy rivalries brewing. Those just might do more for them than any extra money or advice ever could. <br/><br/>     There was nothing better at demanding excellence than competition - and this group had plenty of hungry talent.<br/></div>