<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 cargo pants by the end.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Back Patio > Pool<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Everyone on the Patio,<strong>Demi</strong>, Star<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Jason never made it to the grill as he was quickly intercepted and boxed out by Demi. He couldn't help but laugh slightly and just go with her alternative. Not that she was giving him any other choice at the moment - plus the feel of her near-naked back pressing against his shirt had no small amount of its own seduction to curve his mind away from food. There was just something about how she was able to take charge of every situation so masterfully, without even having to really try.<br/>     As she pushed him back he snagged the two extra beers Marcellus had set down just a second ago - only to feel one get snatched away from him by Star as she brushed by. He felt a bit helpless as the women seemed to be making more than a few choices for him, but he didn't mind. He was just glad to see everyone having a good time together. It was actually the very first time all eight of them had ever been in the same place at the same time without a race or some other event to focus on. <br/>     <strong>"All right, all right girl. I'm going."</strong> he said as he slowly back-peddled towards the edge of the patio. Two could play at this game. <em>If it was a swim she wanted...</em> One of his forearms wrapped easily around her waist and he picked her light form up as if she weighed nothing. His strong grip kept her pinned to his side as he hopped off the patio and strode over to the pool. <strong>"You hop in, I'll join you in a sec."</strong> he joked as he swung her into the water with a splash - careful to make sure she made it in feet-first. <br/>     He twisted the cap of the remaining beer bottle he was carrying in his other hand and took a big gulp. It wasn't his favorite kind of drink - but alcohol was alcohol - you wouldn't hear him complaining. When Demi resurfaced he'd be laughing lightly at her. He then set his bottle down by the edge of the pool before slipping off his flip-flops and peeling away his button-up shirt. Then he hopped in the water to join her. He was still wearing his cargo pants - but they were a really thin material and light, a makeshift pair of swim trunks for now; as he figured the other guys present probably wouldn't care to see him in his boxers.</div>