<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, Jason.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Blake's dark eyes watched the others, Demi and Jason, in the pool absently. She wondered what was going on, with Demi going under the surface and getting rather close with him, but didn't say anything out loud. She didn't realize it straight away, but she was frowning. Once she had discovered that, she cleared her throat awkwardly and took another swig of her beer before turning to look at Marcellus, properly this time. A dark, groomed eyebrow raised as he spoke and she found herself grinning a little at his comment about being hit on. "I suppose you're right. You'd be surprised at how serious some children are though." Shaking her head a bit, she took another drink before leaning back on her one hand, her feet kicking back and forth lightly in the cool water of the pool.<br/><br/>The sun was warm, the t-shirt clinging to her body more so than usual and even though she thought about going to get changed out of her work clothes, she didn't bother to move. Blake pressed the cold beer bottle to her lips, the condensation rolling off it, dripping onto her shirt as she took a gentle sip, holding back her distaste for the stuff; she could already feel it working gradually down her body, consuming her. She watched Marc casually as he placed his bottle down and began to remove his vest, but ultimately she felt as if she were staring, so she just turned her head to look out at the garden. She gave a small nod of acknowledgment as he explained his day, but she didn't let any words leak from her lips.<br/><br/>It was only when she felt moving besides her that she turned her head again, her big eyes glancing up at Marcellus as he stood. Blake spared a glance towards Clint who was manning the grill as he offered to get her some food. She then tilted her head back a little for a better view of his face, of course. Not his abs, why would she do that? Clearing her throat, she gave another nod and parted her lips to speak. "Yeah. Thanks. I'll just have a burger." Pausing, she continued. "With cheese." Another pause. "Oh, and onions." The brunette smiled at him briefly, only for a sudden look of realization to smooth her features. "With Ketchup. Please." Blake watched him, wondering if he'd be alright with her request. "Thanks." With a final word of thanks, Blake turned to glance out at the pool again, her eyes finding Demi almost immediately as she took another mouthful of the rapidly decreasing beer. Dammit, she needed to race tonight!