<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>Demi,<strong>Marcellus</strong>, Clint, Juliana, Jason, Star, Adriano.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Blake didn't enjoy her solitude, infact, she never really did. She just couldn't think of a comfortable enough way to include herself in the group without making herself cringe. Making friends came with many difficulties and although she enjoyed a challenge, she simply couldn't bring herself to accept this one. Her large, dark eyes watched the sky above; there was hardly a cloud up there today. She hoped it would stay like this for as long as possible as she much preferred the hot weather. She kicked her feet gently, the water in the pool rippling as she did; to say the cool water was refreshing was an understatement. It calmed her, along with the light breeze, and she had a sudden feeling of rare contentment. With the noise in the background from her housemates, the smell of food frying on the grill, the cool water at her feet and the open sky above, Blake found herself unusually happy and relaxed, even if her posture didn't express that to anyone and her mind relayed it only to her. She felt a small, rare smile pulling at her lips as the country music began playing once more, as a joke apparently.<br/><br/>It was only when Marcellus came up beside her and offered her a beer that she pulled back her smile and cleared her throat awkwardly, like she'd been caught doing something that she wasn't supposed to. She glanced up at him out of the corner of her eyes for a moment before looking at the pool, pushing off of her hands to sit up straight. She waited for a secone before turning to look up at him, one hand extending to take the beer from him without so much as a word of thanks. When Marcellus had turned, the dark haired girl turned back to look at the pool, the open beer now in hand. Blake examined the bottle, reading it quietly in her head before slumping a little; she<em>hated</em>these things. Yes, she served them all day and night but she absolutely hated the taste and she hated how they changed people, brought out the evil in people. Of course, Blake wasn't about to turn one down in front of everyone; people presumed she drank, just like the presumed she smoked, so she did. Lifting the opening to her lips, she tilted her head back and took a swing, not showing the disgust on her features.<br/><br/>Blake's dark eyes turned on the man who was still stood beside her once more as he asked a question about her day. She considered the question for a moment before parting her glossy lips to speak.<strong>"I guess...I hate the day shifts, but the kids are easier to deal with than the drunks."</strong>She offered a hint of a smile at him with her words, before turning back to watch her feet in the poor, taking another sip of her drink. She didn't really<em>lie</em>, persay, but she did have more experience with the drunks in her bar, making them a bit more familiar to handle, whereas other people's kids she'd never really take care of before. Though she didn't exactly have to take care of them, but they did get a little crazy every once in a while and she couldn't help but snap sometimes. Blake waited then, to see what Marcellus would do, when she realized she should probably ask about his day as well.<strong>"How was your day?"</strong>She didn't look at him as he asked, instead, she watched her feet moving back and forth in the water.