<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 tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Crash Site -> Clint's car -> Start Line<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Star, Juliana<br/><hr/><br/>Marc led her off toward his Clint's car because he would need his for the upcoming race. He couldn't even say anything when Star cursed at John on the walk toward Clint's car, he couldn't blame her for being pissed. She was right, he was almost certain that she would have a bit of frame damage although he doubted it would be as bad as she was making out to be but he did understand her frustration. If Marcellus didn't have a race to go to, he would have offered to lay hands on the careless driver if Star wanted him to. However, money was on his mind for the moment, after the safety of Star of course.<strong>"We'll figure it out, don't worry about it. Hopefully, I'll win this race and then I'll be in a good spot to help."</strong>Marcellus stopped once they got to Clint's car, a slick smile on his face,<strong>"Please don't fuck anybody up before I get back."</strong>He couldn't help but laugh some as he turned to head to his vehicle.<br/><br/>As he made it to the Prelude and climbed in the driver seat, he saw the tow truck moving the truck out of the way and others sweeping up the broken glass and other car particles. He tried as hard as he could to readjust his thoughts to the race as he pulled up on the start line. Juliana's dancing made him smile, he even got out of his car to play with her a little bit. He made it over to her car just as she was getting serious, his finger tapping it to indicate that he wanted her to let it down.<strong> "Hey, let's make it interesting."</strong>He hadn't made any other bets in the night and he wanted to spice the race up a little as if the purse wasn't enough. Marc reached into his jeans and pulled out three hundred dollars. Silently, he cursed himself for pulling out so much but it was out now.<strong>"I can take your money, or we can bet something else."</strong>He couldn't think of a good bet so he blurted out the first thing he could think of,<strong>"Breakfast in bed with you in your bra and panties for a week. Interested?"</strong>Marcellus would settle the deal with Julie before heading back to his car with a pleasant smirk and new determination. He couldn't help the smirk, he had something like a crush on Juliana for a long time but never pushed the envelope, he didn't think she was into someone like him. Marcellus settled back into his car and prepared for the final, most important race.