<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jake Xingba Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name</strong>: Jake Xingba<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 22<br/><strong>Sex/Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Heterosexual<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Customer<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jake Xingba</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/8e52f82c079afa4bb882222eaeb3ddf0/tumblr_mt3bdx9KcM1saujx6o3_1280.jpg)</div></div><strong>Car</strong>: <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">2013 Trans Am Blackbird</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.transamdepot.com/images/trans_am_00.png)</div></div><strong>Background</strong>: <br/>Jake didn’t exactly try hard in school, scraping by for the most part and relying on his time on the football field to get him through college in the form of a nice, hefty scholarship. For all intents and purposes, he was successful. With a full, free-ride, Jake is rather aimless. He is torn between trying to start his own gym and simply becoming a certified personal trainer. He leans toward the latter, since that gives him an opportunity to occasionally score with some hot chick. The night before the opening of Baywash, Jake won a great deal of money (well over $2,000) in a poker game between himself and his fellow frat boys. Instead of using the money for something practical, the fraternity dared him to spend a bunch of that money at the car wash, thinking he didn’t have it in him. Boy, were they wrong. They demanded proof, so he has a Dashcam set up in his car as well as a point-and-shoot camera in his glovebox. Proof and fond memories.<br/></div></div><br/>Jake ended up sleeping in, not unlike his usual schedule. He didn't take long getting ready for the day: a quick shower; getting dressed in a black A-Shirt with black swim trunks, athletic boxers, and black sandals; eat some leftover Chicken Parmesan from the previous night and a cup of black coffee (the breakfast of champions); and now he was on his way to the new Baywash car wash. His pride and joy, a 2013 Trans Am Blackbird, zoomed through the streets, gleaming in the sunlight. There was little to no dirt on the car, but that's not what anyone really cared about when going to these things, was it? All he wanted was to see some hot body rubbing all over the metal and glass of his black and purple car. He could already see it in his mind's eye, some hottie on all fours, cleaning the windshield from his hood.<br/><br/>His imagination almost made him accidentally merge into the next lane, earning a swelling chorus of angry honks from other drivers. A few minutes later, he arrived at the car wash. He could see that the girls had already started working. The lanes were glistening with water and soap bubbles. From his vantage point, Jake saw a blonde girl washing some guy's car. Oh wait...not some guy. The star quarterback from the local college! While technically rivals (Jake was from another university not too far from here), he couldn't lie. He did think he was pretty awesome. He was getting pretty close to her and she wasn't pushing him away. He grinned wolfishly. So this<em>was</em>that kind of place after all.<br/><br/>He quickly whipped his car into a waiting area and hopped out, wanting to take a look at all the lovely bodies bouncing to the cars, anxious to clean and please. He spotted the door to what he assumed was the main office. It didn't say 'Employees Only', after all. The sign out front instead said that the cleaning was $20 upfront along with a list of the car wash's hours of operation. It was exciting...although, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a massive buzzkill. A police officer! And what a shock, he was headed right for him. He groaned and shoved his hands in his pockets as the cop introduced himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah. Good for you, having all those titles,"</strong>he grumbled. His question, however, somewhat tensed him up. Violations? Was this geek trying to get the place shut down? Oh hell no!<strong>"Y'know I'm not sure, Officer. Doubt the big boss cares enough to linger. I'll bet he went home for the day. Probably won't come back 'til the work day is over. Why don't you try swinging by at...oh...midnight-ish?"</strong>