<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. 1:07 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Lisa, Lee, John, Jamie, Jason<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Still half asleep, Blaire lethargically trudged across the back lot, moving from the small storage-unit-converted-into-living-unit that Jason had graciously offered her towards the garage's rear door. She looked pretty out of place to say the least, still wearing her tiny pink pajama shorts with white polka-dots (Blaire had a thing for polka-dots) and a and old, loose grey t-shirt. The imprint on the shirt was so warn that it was no longer even recognizable, and she'd also cut the sleeves off and torn the sides all the way down to her lower ribs, so the occasional side-flash was all but inevitable.<br/><br/>The loud, metallic<em>BANGS</em>that resonated through the garage as soon as Blaire stepped foot inside did a pretty good job of startling her momentarily and waking her up before she noticed which bay they were coming from. That kind of outburst was just another day at the office for Lisa. "Atta girl, Lis!" she called out across the garage with a hint of amusement on her way towards the stairs that led up to the kitchen. Since she almost never had anything to eat in her place and since Jason was nice enough to keep the little kitchen well-stocked, it was far from uncommon to see Blaire raiding the fridge or shelves. She could usually count on running into someone there, but today the area seemed especially popular with - including her - no less than five people finding themselves within the small room.<br/><br/>"Party or in here or something?" the blonde started as she walked in through the door, noticing everyone else one by one. "Oh wow, a sweaty mechanic<em>and</em>a handsome doctor boy bringing me cigarettes and booze in the morning!" Blaire continued in her characteristic, charmingly airy drawl, brushing a hand over one of Lee's well-defined biceps before plucking deftly John's pack of smokes out of the front pocket of his blue scrub top. Everyone present knew well enough that she was rarely ever up before noon, and that 1:00 PM was pretty much still early morning for her, so they probably wouldn't bother correcting her.<br/><br/>"I must still be in bed having a wet dream," the blonde added with a slight smirk as she hopped her butt up onto a counter-top right by Jamie, tapped a cigarette out of the carton and placed it between her lips. After retrieving the Zippo from one of her shorts' pockets, she looked down and performed a nifty little trick out of habit, flicking the cap of the lighter open and lighting it with only a single fluid movement...and then Blaire forgot to actually light the cigarette for a second or two while her mind clouded up with dark thoughts about the person who'd taught her how to do that.<br/><br/>Frowning a bit, she shrugged those difficult memories away and finally lit her smoke, after which she tilted her eyes back up to find Jason and smiled knowingly at him. It was nice to be able to find a comforting face around her when she needed it, and right now Blaire was actually lucky enough to be surrounded by several of them, so it made it much easier to refocus on the present rather than lingering on shades of the past.