<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Black Basketball Shorts<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:<strong>Blake,</strong>Housemates<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Marcellus frowned slightly when she took the beer not giving him a word of thanks but he didn't take it to heart, he understood people had bad days. He rotated his head around as if he was stretching his neck out before taking a healthy swig of his beer. Marc loved beer and didn't understand how other people didn't feel the same way. Sure, it may have been an acquired taste but, for him anyway, it was easily acquired. He had even read somewhere that beer was better for you than soda was and he would be quick to use that as justification for drinking beer so much. Of course, it meant that he had to do a little bit more running but he didn't care.<br/><br/>As he took another drink from the bottle and kicked his feet back and forth he listened to Blake briefly explain that she hated day shifts. He nodded a little to show he was listening and debated back and forth in his head if he would rather deal with kids or drunks. It was funny how both were loud, sometimes obnoxious and likely to create a mess. Marcellus figured that it would be easier to have a drunk kicked out of an establishment for unruly behavior than to have a kid kicked out.<strong>"I guess so,"</strong>he responded just as Demi got tossed into the pool down on the other end which solicited a smile from him,<strong>"At least you don't have to worry about kids hitting on you..well, seriously hitting on you."</strong>Marcellus chuckled slightly and shook his head before drinking more of his beer.<em>Geez, never talked to a pretty girl before?</em>he questioned himself slightly.<br/><br/>In the moments that silence fell between them Marc pulled at the fabric of his wife beater. The hot Florida sun had caused him to begin to sweat slightly and the fabric was sticking uncomfortably to his skin. In response, he decided that it would better to take it off since, judging by everyone playfulness, he would end up in the pool at some time or another. After taking another sip of the quickly diminishing beer he sat it down with a small clank on the concrete side of the pool then began to pull the small undershirt off. He was halfway through it when she asked about his day.<strong>"It was alright."</strong>He replied in a muffled voice since the shirt was covering his face,<strong>"I took off so I'll probably miss those hours come the end of the month."</strong>He shrugged slightly adjusting to the freedom he was experiencing since he had got the undershirt off, allowing his tattoos to be seen by everyone<strong> "Hopefully, I'll make it up tonight but, we'll see."</strong><br/><br/>The smell of the grilling caused his stomach to rumble so he finished his beer with a satisfied smack of his lips,<strong>"You want me to get you something off the grill?"</strong>He said as he started to get up. She had been serving people all morning, Marcellus thought it would be nice to do something for her,<strong>"I'll get it for you. Just tell me what you want."</strong>