<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PWLSrb2.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. 9:47 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Miyo, Pietro<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Mmmm? Good thing you know better, then," Blaire scoffed at Pietro while cutely waving goodbye with her fingers to the Japanese girl's back. She was pretty satisfied that her attempt to tick Miyo off had been successful, even though she couldn't tell exactly which nerve she'd struck with which comment. Still pretty good, regardless. Every little bit helped on a night like this, or so Jason kept telling her. Somehow, she was pretty sure that this wasn't what her somewhat-mentor had in mind when he'd given her that piece of advice...but life was all about improvising, no?<br/><br/>"Seriously, though. Where were you ten years ago when I had an eating disorder and needed help making myself throw up? You woulda saved me a lot of fingers down the throat." Blaire pulled the lollipop from her mouth and rolled it back and forth over her bottom lip, getting it a bit sweet and sticky. The feisty blonde rarely ever held any punches, and she sure as hell wasn't going to hold anything back from Pietro, who had to be one of the most insufferable douchbags that she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting.