<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 -> Pool<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Marcellus, Clint, Juliana, Blake, Demi<br/><hr/><br/>"Cool story, good thing nobody cares what you think," Star lazily fired back at Marcellus after he decided to interfere in the conversation, sounding appropriately disinterested by what he had to contribute.<br/><br/>As for for the exchange between Jules and Clint, Star just glanced at the resident cowboy with a slight look of disgust and pity on her face. Replying to Jules'<em>dogs can suck it</em>line (which was already pretty weak) by just recycling it was so lame that she didn't even want to bother. Clint was really off his game today, at least in the banter department, since his food was admittedly still rather good.<br/><br/>Having finished with her burger, Star quickly downed the rest of her margarita as if it were an oversized shot and threw her paper plate in the trash before heading out to the pool to join Demi, briefly wagging her fingers at Blake on the way to say hello. Since it seemed like Demi was a little bit lost inside of her own head, Star quietly took the stairs that led into the shallow end of the pool before trying to sneak up on her friend and pounce on her.