<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 cargo pants by the end.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open to whoever,<strong>Demi</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Well if there was one thing Demi wasn't it was shy. He already knew that about her, yet still it often surprised him. He just wasn't used to it - especially from someone so attractive. Most beautiful women he'd known were either picky, stuck-up, or just plain complicated. She was none of those things. Demi was fun, care-free, and had relatively simple pleasures - at least so far as he had experienced. It was just, comfortably unnerving; and one couldn't help but be drawn in by the allure. <br/>     He watched as she swam around, seemingly full of energy. She ducked under water for a moment and then came up literally right in front of him - so close that he could feel the warm, wet skin of her chest brush briefly against his own. It surprised him a little bit, but he did well not to let that show in his expression as he laughed lightly. Then she used him as a springboard to execute some flashy water skills. He would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't actually a little bit impressed.<br/>     Then she swam right up to him again, this time still underwater. Her fingertips felt up his abdomen and his eyebrows raised slightly - wondering what she was up to down there. That was when she started trying to unfasten his pants - clearly trying to correct his earlier choice... which she had audibly disapproved of. <br/>     It was a bit awkward in his mind for a moment. Jason was a relatively modest guy, easy-going, and not quick to make himself the center of attention. He felt like he was kind of screwed either way here. If he fought her, she'd probably tease him more about it - and if he just went with it, he might get quite a bit of razzing from the others. <br/><br/>     Oh well, if anyone was going to be a buzz kill at this little party - it <em>surely</em> wasn't going to be him.<br/><br/>     As soon as Demi had the pants unbuttoned and free of his hips he just fell back in the water and pulled himself away from her, leaving the woman with her hard-earned prize. He kicked the last remnants of the cumbersome pants free and swam backwards - away from the extremely forward girl - and back towards his beer that was sitting on the lip of the pool. He took another drink, running the bottle half empty, as he looked back at Demi. He could do nothing but shake his head and smile. She was crazy - but in a good way. <br/>     He glanced over towards Blake and Marcellus as they conversed quietly before he heard Clint announce that the food was ready. Of course his eyes instantly lit up - yet for some odd reason he felt the need to stay in the water. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he no longer had any pants on... <br/>     He kind of glared playfully at Demi, <strong>"Getting between a man and his food is never a wise position to be in."</strong> He took another drink, finishing it off. <strong>"You're going to get yourself in trouble one of these days." </strong> It wasn't until after he'd said it that he realized that probably sounded appetizing to her.<br/></div>