<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Star Freyman</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Zombie bikini...Zombiekini! (http://i.imgur.com/TvwJQ6G.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Adriano and almost everyone else<br/><hr/><br/>Star wasn't surprised by the way that Marcellus seemed to balk at her music before storming off. Every time they went out together, the two of them would constantly be bickering over who would get control of the radio, so it was nothing new. The poor kid couldn't appreciate a good riff or solo even if you bashed his head in with a guitar.<em>Oh well. his loss.</em><br/><br/>Then her fellow Ice Cream Queen showed up and conveniently gave her the opening that she needed to liberate Jason from one of his brews. "Thanks,"  Star said slyly, feeling confident that she would get away with her crime thanks to Demi whisking Jason away from the pool. Apparently, Clint had also gotten up to some of his own shenanigans in the meanwhile, because that corny ass song that Miley Cyrus' dad had recorded eons ago when he was actually relevant came on right after<em>Ride the Void</em>.<br/><br/>It was terrible, but hilariously terrible at least, so Star was entertained and satisfied that they would all be suffering together. Not even Clint could like this song, she refused to believe it. "Douche," she said plainly, though she made it sound like a term of endearment more than an insult. Standing at the Texan's side, Star sipped on her beer (which tasted noticeably better than non-stolen beer) while she observed the meat on the grill with anticipation. The chips had ended up just making her more hungry.<br/><br/>Jules was her usual cheerful self when she joined them by the grill. Star swore that her new roomie was like the human version of a Prozac pill, and she would know, having popped several of them in the past. "Well duh, it<em>was</em>my idea," she replied in typical modest fashion, assigning herself all of the credit for coming up with the concept even though Jason had made it possible by doing more than his fair share of the planning because she didn't know the first thing about renting a house. "I would never do you wrong, would I?" She smiled and raised her eyebrows slightly at Jules before bursting into laughter as the splash in the pool drew her attention and she realized what had just happened there.<br/><br/>She'd moved closer to the center of the patio to get a better view and almost crashed into Adriano without realizing it. "Shit, sorry!" Star turned towards him just in time to be offered the glass of margarita. "What? No, totally," she lied, reaching over to drop off her beer bottle on the edge of the table. It wasn't a very big lie, she liked both beer and liquor pretty much equally, but for Adriano she would gladly lean more towards the latter.<br/><br/>Star brushed a few strands of pink hair away from her eyes and took a sip from hew new drink, making a little appreciative noise from her throat and nodding her head. "You're not just trying to get me drunk so you have an easier time tonight, are you?" she asked playfully.