<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>Housemates,<strong>Marcellus</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>An eyebrow raised at Marcellus's flash smile and she watched him walk over to the small group gathered at the grill with a quiet chuckle. She turned back towards the pool and kicked her feet slightly, drinking the rest of the liquid in the beer bottle before giving a small stretch, the distaste snowing on her face for a brief moment. She could hear the group talking about getting another house pet but Blake kept her two cents to herself. She'd always loved dogs and they were a bit more masculine than cats, most of the time, but she didn't think getting another pet would solve any money issues people were having. Blake didn't exactly have a million dollar job, but she managed to get by, it wouldn't be possible for her to afford a dog as well, no matter how much she'd love to get one. The one thing that went for cats was the fact that most of them weren't as much hard work as dogs. Mr. Muffles was quite content strolling around the house without much attention, where as dogs would get under your feet. But they were so cute. She let out a small sigh and one of her hands moved to her stomach, giving it a light scratch beneath her work T-shirt. Maybe she'd get changed after she'd eaten.<br/><br/>Dark eyes watched Demi float in the pool by herself and she contemplated just sinking into the water, clothes and all. The next thing that caught her attention was Star. The girl slipped past Blake, giving her a friendly wave before starting down the stairs into the pool to launch an attack on her roommate. The dark haired female lifted a hand, giving her own wave back with a small, small smile at her lips; she couldn't believe the two didn't get on at first, it was probably because they were so alike. Her hand returned to her side as she stilled, reflecting on the night at Johnny's that her car was vandalized; it took her ages to be able to afford a new window for it and that one was only second hand from a scrap yard on the other side of town.<br/><br/>When Marcellus returned, Blake turned to him and reached both her hands up to take the bottles he was carring. She was a little impressed with his waiting skills, carrying the plates like a pro, but didn't say anything as she held the bottles.<strong>"Thanks."</strong>She was about to say he could've called her for help, but she knew men could be stubborn, hell, she wouldn't even think about asking for help in such a situation.<strong>"How's it looking over there? Has the Cowboy gone overboard on the food again or is there not going to be huge amounts of waste this time?"</strong>She had to admit, she hated wasting; it was one of the reason's she drank when people brought her drinks, so that she didn't waste it. Of course, most of it was to uphold her tough-girl image, but that was her own little secret.