<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DqJ8wP.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason Hunt's Garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- March 11th, 2006. 1:14 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jamie, John, Jason, Lisa<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Nah," Blaire started, but took a pause to knock back one of the shots of Bourbon that Jason had just prepared before finishing her thought. "You should be the one to pop her track cherry," she told John, actually sounding like she was kind of serious. Besides, the rest of them had already been spoiled by souped up cars and wouldn't have nearly as much fun driving the mostly stock Eclipse as John would. After all, who didn't remember fooling around and doing stupid shit that almost got them killed with their first car?<br/><br/>Hopping off the table, the blonde strode back over to the counter and grabbed a pack of two raspberry Pop-Tarts from one of the cabinets hanging above it. Whiskey and Pop-Tarts, the perfect late breakfast. Not having the patience to deal with the toaster, Blaire just ripped the silver packaging open and took a big bite out of the first of her two pastries, savoring it as if it were fine cuisine.<br/><br/>"Hey, maybe if you stop wasting your time with that dead-end<em>doctor</em>job, you could even get yourself into good enough shape to compete in May." Blaire was half-joking, of course, but as much as she would understand and even support her friend's decision to focus on his studies and career beyond all else, she had to admit that it would be undeniably awesome to have him take a more active role in the team. For whatever reason, she'd just gotten a certain vibe from him ever since the day when they'd first met - not just the feeling between her legs that made her want to ride him in reverse cowgirl on a gurney, but also a second one which convinced her that John had that indefinable killer instinct which would make him a kick-ass driver.<br/><br/>"I could still let you practice on me in between track sessions if you're<em>really</em>dedicated, though," she added the obligatory teasing comment with her mouth still half full from another bite. "You loved having me as a patient before...right?"