<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/246j8r6.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Terry Desmares</span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Apparent Starting Line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9:50 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Cowboy, Jason, Lisa, Jamie, Blaire, Open & All<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>He took a long look at Lisa's approach. She was seductive as well, but the car had him in shambles.<em>'The rx-7. It showed up.'</em>He was really panicking now, although it wasn't visible on his face to anyone who didn't know him. His brow was creased.<em>'The car that Priest told everyone to gamble on. It wouldn't lose, not on this road, and not in this atmosphere.'</em>by 9:30 he was starting to calm down- the car wouldn't show. There was Blaire, but she wasn't in a mazda. So, he thought that Priest's Q-Car was only a myth.<br/><br/><em>'oh god, there are three of them.'</em>Terry didn't feel comfortable enough to bring it up. He had never seen a girl take herself so seriously before. It was sudden. Three of the strongest women he'd ever come across were lined up in front of him. He felt like he was being executed. The feeling was starting to settle. In an overwhelmed state- Terry put his right arm up and his hand swerved through the length of his hair. His entire face was revealed then. For a handsome man, drawing ones hair back was a beneficial nervous twitch. He took a deep breathe to control himself, focusing dearly on trying to keep his counterparts in the world of Racing and<em>dressed</em>within his mind. His favorite was clearly Blaire, and his eyes couldn't hide it.<br/><br/>He wanted her badly now- in four different ways. Terry responded to her after returning his gaze to her wonderful hardened skin. He felt something akin to himself in her stance, her stare, her... age.  "I suppose it can be easy." He looked like his own anger was making him giggle. "But it's got a lot of hidden lines. Dangerous lines." His eyes creased further. She was low-balling him. "Any good driver would know that." It wasn't a pointed comment. He had looked at Lisa when he said it, inferring that she had found those lines. His look shifted to Blaire and it didn't change. It was difficult to keep himself steady.<em>'One- I want to have Blaire on the floor of my shower. Two- I want Blaire in the forest right now. Three- I want Blaire to bend over for hours. Four- I want Blaire in my rear-view mirror. '</em><br/><br/>It was rather odd, Terry reached across the circle to give the only man in the company a firm hand-shake. It was a signal.<br/><br/>His group started to form behind him. The road was clear. Their shoulders were back, chins high. Coder looked like he had already won every race. Steven and Alex stayed behind to keep an eye on the cars. Pierce was a large man. In every respect, he didn't look like a racer. He looked like a bouncer. He was young though, likely just out of high-school. The older members of the North Stars liked to keep him on their hip. He was a gifted youngster, a fantastic multi-tool- serving nearly every occasion well.<br/><br/>Michael could see his team forming near the starting line, and he nearly panicked. His cheeseburger was gone but he was too busy shooting at shit with Cowboy to remember that Terry<em>wanted</em>him to be present before the races started for a reason. His feet shuffled more than they likely should have. He reached far for a napkin and leaned over as he tried to make his departure. "Hey, it was good to meet you! man." Parker wiped his right hand excessively and offered it to Cowboy in a haste.<br/><br/>The North Stars were a team, and it was important that they appeared that way. Terry tried to be succinct as the three of them came up to his right shoulder. None of them stood on his left. They all wanted a better look at Rx-7. "The first scheduled event is the west bound dead start. Then the quarter-mile, we'll do that at the finish line. The finale of the night are the official time trials. westbound, three run limit. That's what<em>we</em>understand anyway. We had nothing to do with this event, we just couldn't help but take notice, being locals to the road. So, it looks like Uno set this whole thing up then. He's paying Priest, and Fairfield, and Thick Richy" Terry shifted his weight and took a long hard stare at the portable garage that Miyo had purchased for the San Francisco crew. "It's a little gaudy. I didn't even bring a tool-box."