[center][color=9e0b0f][h3]Dana Harada[/h3][/color]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Diner, Olympus Academy
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Rebekah Cross [@Krayzikk], her own addictive personality[/center]

In the end, she paid for her own thrice-damned shake.

The casual restaurants were quite expensive here - or perhaps it just seemed so when you were shelling out a wallet full of crisp new exchanged currency. Perhaps she would save the splurges like this for sojourns out for dinner with her brother. Or perhaps his blonde friend, the flighty one who bathed in the sunlight. He probably appreciated a good pout on a girl. Perhaps Jonas would even appreciate him having his chain yanked a little. Then again, such a thing would be dishonorable to one who her brother considered a brother in his own right. Dana blew bubbles in her shake dejectedly, unsure how she would continue paying for the thick, chocolatey treats without going broke. She couldn't beg for money from home every couple weeks to eat, could she? 

[color=9e0b0f][i]Could she?[/i][/color]

Dana flicked the straw away from her mouth briefly to scan the diner. Though it appeared to be breakfast time for the majority of patrons, she was allowed to order a burger here (complete with a pretzel bun, which for some reason she had assumed would be both crunchier and saltier than it really was) just as early in the morning as though eating waffles and scrambled eggs. She didn't see anyone else who had broken the laws of the American food continuum (praise be to glorious kaiseki dinner) and though it had made her feel self-conscious at first, she quickly decided that ordering whatever the hell kind of food you wanted appeared to be quintessentially American in of itself. Though she'd spent most of her dinner reading a coffee table book on one Jim Morrison (another bizarre, beautiful American invention she was finding herself enthralled by) she had devoted a fair bit of time people watching. Trying to guess the parents of demigods and divert her eyes again before her staring was noticed.

Such activity had continued until she caught sight of Rebekah Cross, the demigoddess who had advised her of her initial food stops yesterday, plugging away into her laptop in a corner booth. She had looked between her book and the booth several times until they happened to be looking in a similar direction, then gave a brief, but friendly wave of acknowledgement to the other girl. Social obligation handled, she flipped her page and decided it was safe to take another sip of her shake.

[color=9e0b0f][i]Mmmmm.[/i]

[i]It's so creamy.[/i]

[i]How many shakes is too many shakes?[/i]

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[i]Jonaaaaas heeeeelp![/i][/color]