<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lHR9Yhg.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>- The Starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- May 9th, 2006. 9:46 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Miyo<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Blaire had been bouncing around between various acquaintances for the better part of the last hour, pretty much the same way that she always did when she went out to a race, only tonight her primary objective wasn't simply to have a good time. Without doing anything that would make her seem overly suspicious, the blonde prowled around the event in search of any little tidbits of relevant information that she and her team could use; who was racing where, some of their opponents' quirks and weaknesses, car setups, that type of thing.<br/><br/>Sadly, Blaire information gathering hunt hadn't been all too fruitful, with most of what she was able to hear, or overhear, being either old news or stuff about some of the weaker racers which she wasn't overly concerned about. It did nothing to calm her nerves, either. On the outside, she still seemed to have her typical devil-may-care attitude, but underneath the surface there was much more going on.<br/><br/>Tonight was about so much more than competing for money, cars or street cred. Blaire's pride in herself and in her team was on the line. It felt like the most important night of her life, an opportunity for her to prove to herself that her parents had been wrong when they told her that she was throwing her life away, and even more importantly to prove that Jason and the others had been<em>right</em>to put their faith into her. Not even Blaire was irresponsible to fuck around with such a precious gift and squander it, no matter how much she always acted like nothing phased her.<br/><br/>That was just the way that Blaire was. She was human and needed help and support just as much as the next person, perhaps even more than most, but she didn't like being aware of it. Jason had caught on to that rather quickly and was usually very subtle in the ways that he guided and aided her, which was undoubtedly a huge factor in the two of them becoming close and getting along so well.<br/><br/>Pulling her phone - a pink Motorola SLVR L7 (http://www.outblush.com/women/images/2006/05/motorola-slvr-l7.jpg) - out of her jeans' pocket to check the time, Blaire realize that it was a bit later than she'd thought and that she should probably get her ass over to her team's designated meeting spot. The 'spot' happened to be her own car for convenience's sake, since she was racing first. It was parked near the starting line, but on her way there she came across someone and decided that she could still afford a tiny little detour.<br/><br/>Blaire didn't know too much about that Miyo chick, just that she was somehow involved with Pietro's team, but that was enough. Oh, yeah, she was also really hot, especially in those tiny shorts, but Blaire was more concerned with the first thing at the moment. She figured that Miyo was just some kind of cheerleader, probably dating one of the San Francisco team members (or maybe they shared her?), but the blonde figured that she could still ruffle some of the enemy's feathers by messing with her...so why not?<br/><br/>"Nice outfit!" Blaire remarked playfully as she sneaked up behind Miyo, punctuating her mostly genuine compliment with a firm smack and a squeeze of the half-Japanese girl's lovely butt. Her friends probably wouldn't like that very much, or so she hoped. "You're so cute that I might even feel a<em>teeny bit</em>bad about murdering your friends on the track tonight! 'Kay...well, maybe not...but you're still cute."