<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 his boxers. And completely shameless about that fact.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool > Patio Table<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open,<strong>Demi</strong>,<strong>Clint</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     A short and simple laugh was all Jason offered when she asked if he would be her source of trouble. Whether that meant yes or no, even he really didn't know - but he had a feeling she would <em>definitely</em> be a source of his. He couldn't decide if he should be excited or worried about that... and in reality, he felt a good bit of both.<br/><br/>     Demi came up out of the water and clung to his back, her arms wrapped around his chest and neck, her legs around his waist. Then she commanded him to take her to the food - which he wasn't entirely opposed to. Just as he put his palms on the edge of the pool and was about to lift them both out of the cool water - she managed to pull his last remaining piece of clothing halfway down his thighs.<br/><br/>     His eyes went wide. He certainly wasn't expecting that. <br/><br/>     <em>Oh she is a little devil isn't she?</em> At least he hand't started climbing out of the water yet. Before he could even respond - Demi's quick mind shot off on another unpredictable tangent and she jumped off him and back into the water after his pants - issuing a challenge to him. <br/><br/>     Her demand really wasn't much - if he lost she'd get his pants. He did like those pants a lot, but it wouldn't exactly inspire him to do everything he could to defeat her. Jason reached down and pulled his boxers back up to his waist - hoping nobody else had really caught Demi's clever prank. He thought about her challenge though - and it kind of grew on him. <br/><br/>     It wasn't about the pants.<br/><br/>     It was about Demi. She was just relentless - and seemed to be the type of person that always got what she wanted. There is no way he could let her win tonight, pants or no pants. And of course it wasn't a true bet unless she had something to lose also. <strong>"Your sandals; if I win, you lose your sandals. I'll turn those nifty little straps into a new toy for Mr. Muffins." </strong> <br/><br/>     <em>Maybe then he'll finally leave my wiring harness alone.</em> Jason thought optimistically. Then he climbed out of the pool and started heading back to the patio. He hated cold food - gotta grab it while it's hot! He wondered how Demi would react to being left by herself in the water. She'd probably play it cool and find someway to wiggle out of the internal unease he knew had to be gnawing at her. Oh well, he wasn't out to rile her feathers; it was just a bit of cat and mouse.<br/><br/>     He didn't leave Demi a chance to catch him - as he never slowed down on his way to the table. He  fixed himself two fully loaded cheeseburgers, grabbed an ear of corn, and then a piece of chicken before finding a place at the table near the others. He reached into an open bag of potato chips and dumped a handful on his plate - which was practically overflowing with food at this point.<br/><br/>     <strong>"Mmmm..."</strong> He took a healthy sized bite out of one of the burgers and nodded towards Clint as he chewed. <strong>"Perfect."</strong> Coming from anyone else, it probably would have been a compliment - but there was rarely any food Jason would turn down. If he was hungry, he'd eat just about anything. He didn't say much else as he continued to dig into his food. Despite his massive appetite, he actually didn't make a mess of himself. He wasn't a <em>complete</em> animal after all.<br/></div>