<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br/><strong>Car:</strong>1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard Patio//The Pool.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Housemates,<strong>Marcellus</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Blake took the plate of her burger from him and placed it onto her lap while her hands reached for the beer by her thigh to unclasp the bottle lid. She took a mouthful of the cold liquid first before returning it to its place, flinching as it brushed her thigh. Her hands moved to grab the burger, though it took her a few attempts to get a hold of it correctly in her small hands; the damn onion's kept falling out onto the plate! She gave a brief nod as Marcellus told her he thought they'd be alright for wastage this time but Blake couldn't help thinking back to the groups earlier conversation, thinking that maybe a dog would be useful in the future to help with that. The brunette pulled the burger to her lips and took out a small bit from the side, the only bite she could manage.<br/><br/>From the corner of her eyes, she shifted to glance at Marc beside her, her large brown eyes catching his almost instantly and she blinked at him. Was he staring at her? After a moment, the girl simply went back to trying to munch through the monster burger in her grasp and she wasn't fussed if he was looking or not. Her tongue darted out the corners of her mouth every so often to make sure she was keeping as clean as she possibly could.<br/><br/>When the man beside her started to talk and shift to a stand, Blake turned to look at him, still chewing. She looked thoughtful to his request for a moment, before turning back to look at the pool with a small shake of the head. Swallowing, she cleared her throat before answering Marcellus.<strong>"No. I think I'll finish this and then head inside for a nap before the race tonight."</strong>She was tired from working, but she was sure the excitement about the race wasn't going to let her sleep easy. Blake turned her head again, glancing up at him, quinting a little because of the sun's glare.<strong>"But, uh. Thanks, and stuff. For the invite."</strong>She offered him a brief, almost apologetic smile and then turned back to her burger to finish it. Maybe she'd set her alarm and get up a bit earlier to check her own car....<br/><br/>Blake would manage to finish all of her burger without so much as looking at anyone else, save Star and Demi in the pool briefly. Once done with that, she'd put her paper plate in the nearest rubbish bag, her shoes in one hand as she trailed away from the pool, before heading inside. She'd grab her bag and take her phone from its contents to set an alarm and then she'd disappear into the room without much word to anyone else. Though she did manage to fall asleep at some point, her mind was filled with the race to come; her excitement and her anxiety were hard to ignore.