<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Star Freyman</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool side -> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint, Juliana, Adriano<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Star was torn between watching to scratch Clint's eyeballs out wanting him to keep going, to keep touching her as the tension down between her legs steadily ramped up. "Fuck! Fine, two! I don't even care, I'm going to beat your ass anyways. So you can fucking eat mine."<br/><br/>Sitting up suddenly, she shoved him off of her and stood up, casually adjusting her top before striding into the house to get herself a cold glass of water with ice to cool down. It probably would have been fine, but she didn't want to risk any more alcohol before the race. It was like the one thing that she took really seriously.<br/><br/>Star made it to the kitchen just in time to catch the last thing that Juliana had said to Adriano, causing her to raise an eyebrow in amusement. She glanced at Adriano. "Hm. Didn't know you were into that." Then she went on about her business, finding a glass and using the ice dispenser on the fridge before filling it with water from the sink. "So is there like, some kind of hammock fetish that I don't know about or what?"