<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 basketball shorts<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool -> Room, briefly, -> Outside to his car<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:<strong>Blake</strong>, Housemates<br/><hr/><br/>Marcellus smiled a bit as he adjusted the plates so that he was holding one in each hand after she had took the beer from him.<strong>"No problem."</strong>He replied plainly with a small smile as he lowered himself slowly into a sitting position beside Blake. Marc chuckled a little at her question. Clint had a bit of a habit of cooking way too much food, leaving the housemates eating grilled left overs for almost a full week sometimes which was a lot of food considering the number of people that lived in the house.<strong>"Nah, I think we'll be alright this time."</strong>He paused a little to give some attention to the food on his plate then realized that he probably should have finished his statement before taking that first bite of that burger.<strong>"Wheel haszss sfrom lesftsover."</strong>Marcellus brought his other hand up, trying to hide his rudeness by speaking with his mouth full. In the meantime, he grabbed a beer and twisted the top off.<br/><br/>As he took a sip of the beer, he leaned back a little which caused his muscles to stretch a bit under the slight sheen of sweat that had accumulated because of the heat. He heard Jason complaining a little about dogs and was about to ignore it until he mentioned keeping their eyes on the prize. Marcellus put his beer down and frowned slightly, Jason was right. Sure, it was good for everyone to come together, have some drinks and socialize but later this evening they would be thrown into the fire. He took another bite of his burger and chewed quietly going over his pre-race checklist like he always did and silently wished that he was under the hood of his Prelude, making sure everything was alright.<br/><br/>His eyes shifted to Blake who was seated at his right and a small smile played on his face. She was a cute girl and she was hardworking, Marcellus could appreciate that. Maybe she would be interested in doing a little walk around on their cars after eating. Regular maintenance on a vehicle that you raced and was also your daily driver was important plus, it would give them some time to really be alone. Between Demi stripping people in the pool and this awful music that was playing on Star's iPod, Marcellus could use some away time.<br/><br/>He shifted his eyes back to his plate after realizing that he had stared at her for something like 45 seconds without really saying anything.<strong>"I'm bout to go pop the hood and look around, make sure everything is alright, I might even change my oil. Wanna come?"</strong>Marcellus scooted back a little bit and began to stand up,<strong>"I won't hold it against you if you say no." </strong>He laughed slightly,<strong>"Jason just got me thinking about tonight, gotta be prepared, ya know?"</strong>He would gather his things, including the shirt that he had peeled off, his plate and his beer, plus the empty beer bottle, say goodbye to Blake if she chose not to join him, and head inside to get his keys before heading out across the street to his car, with his beer and the remaining food on his plate.