<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>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Around the starting line<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi, Jason, Marcellus, Clint<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Star snorted in laughter a bit at Demi's Kelis, finding it funny that the exact same thought had crossed her mind the moment that she pronounced the word<em>milkshake</em>. The word would have probably evoked memories of that song in most people their age, but she still found it amusing, and of course she was still picturing a whole pitcher full of creamy, pink strawberry milkshake being poured over Demi's rack and the rest of her fine body. As for Demi's invitation, it wasn't really a question of<em>if</em>Star would take her up on it anymore, but rather<em>when</em>.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Jason when Demi turned her attention towards him. "Nah, don't think so," Star replied to his question about Marcellus' opposition. The Civic was still mostly a question mark, but apparently its driver wasn't some mysterious uber-pro or anything, because he and Marcellus had been right on top of each other at the end of the second lap. Unlike Jason who winced, Star was quick to cheer along with most of the gathered crowd when the Z's engine blew up. Not only because it was one less car that could challenge Marc, but especially because she had a special disdain for pussies who cherished and protected their useless and excessive aesthetic mods.<br/><br/>"What?" Star asked innocently when she noticed Jason giving her a bit of a disapproving look. "Screw that guy."<br/><br/>Shrugging slightly, Star pushed herself off of Demi's car so that she could get into a better spot to watch the end of the race. It was actually a pretty awesome feeling when she saw Marcellus coming down the final straight ahead of the Civic, and then crossing the finish line first. It was the first accomplishment that the crew had achieved, and since it kind of was her idea, she couldn't help but take quite a bit of pride in it even if it wasn't actually her winning a race herself. Star cupped her hands around her mouth and gave Marc a loud fangirl cheer which he most likely didn't hear as he zoomed past the finish line before regaining her spot at Demi's side.<br/><br/>"Nice job, dude," she complimented him when he came over to sit between her and Demi, patting him on the chest while he gave her a kiss on the cheek, which was kind of unusual but she didn't mind it.<br/><br/>Star had more cause to feel conflicted about the next heat, considering her bet with Clint, but ultimately her priority was clear and she knew that she wanted him to win. Ideally, they'd both qualify for the final race and then she would beat him there, but no matter what she certainly couldn't see herself rooting against him. She gave the cowboy a quick thumbs up when they eventually made eye contact and remained settled in next to Demi while Clint and his opponents got set up.<br/><br/>"That was all me, I told him what to do," Star joked. "Seriously though, more of us need to win otherwise we'll be listening to Marc brag for a week. I guess one of you guys is gonna win for sure though, huh?" She gave Demi a little nudge with her elbow, teasing the blonde for being in the group with three of their other housemates, the one which she considered the most difficult "You got it, though, right?"